Thursday, December 29, 2011
My brother is funny, often on purpose. While opening presents this week, he would grab the bows and stick them all over his face, and scrunch up his nose in the way that is so him. He has a wonderful imagination as well as a Monster under his bed. Not a bad monster, though. This Monster is named Poley, and scares away his bad dreams. Poley has a sister who lives under my bed named Googi.
Oh, you NEVER know what our Roley is going to say next!
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Monday, December 26, 2011
Now, for the Memory Monday:
There once was a girl who wanted a bike for Christmas. So, on Christmas, she ran downstairs to look under the tree. Unfortunately, there weren't any packages quite big enough for a bike, so she decided that there probably wasn't any bike for her under the tree.
Her disappointment was fleeting, for there were many, many stupendous presents. Soon, the thought of a bike had all but been forgotten.
Now, her family had a fake tree - a six-footer - and they liked to hide smaller presents within the tree. So, when they opened all the presents, or were pretty sure they had opened all of the presents, they instructed the girl to give one last check through the branches and make sure they had gotten all of the presents.
Well, there weren't any presents - but there was a slip of paper. It said Snack Drawer. Huh. Well, the girl decided to check this out. She ran to the snack drawer and found another slip of paper with another location on it. She ran all over the house, wherever the slips of paper dictated.
Until she got to a slip that told her to go to the garage. She went to the garage - but there weren't any slips of paper in there. The girl, however, was not to be dissuaded! There was a huge pile of boxes there in the corner - perhaps the next slip of paper was somewhere in them.
So she pulled down the boxes. Imagine her surprise and delight when, there, was a BIKE!! It was pink with streamers on the handles. She fell in love at once.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
And why? What did it do to serve Him? NOTHING! Coming to earth and being born in Bethlehem was of absolute no use to Him! Then why did he do it? Why did the Lord and Creator of the Universe decide to clothe Himself in human flesh and be born as a baby?
He was born to die.
Now, every baby who gets born will die at some time or another (or at least most will), but Jesus' whole purpose in being born as a tiny baby in Bethlehem was to die! And why did He come to die? It wasn't for Him - He would have much preferred not dying, indeed, in the Garden of Gethsemane He prayed that the cup be taken from him - no, he came to die for us. He, the Creator of the Universe, Lord of all Creation, came to earth, was born as a tiny baby, so He could grow up and die so He could take our place, so he could take our sins and wash us white as snow.
People like to keep Jesus in that manger. If He stays in the Manger, they don't have to worry about Him being the almighty God who has the power to judge them forever. Indeed, His Justice REQUIRES Him to punish those who do not accept the world. They argue that if he's a loving God, he wouldn't send any to Hell. Yes, he is a loving God, but he's also Just, and a Just God cannot allow sin into heaven.
He sent Jesus to be born in that stable so He could die on that cross because he is a Loving God. By having Jesus die in our place, his Justice was satisfied, and his Love allowed us a way to get to Heaven.
But people don't want to accept this. Why? Why would they turn down an offer like this - Jesus, the Son of God dying in there place so they can get to Heaven? Because they don't want him to follow his rules. If they admit that Jesus is Just, then there are Rules, rules like no lying and stealing, no coveting, no messing around outside of marriage. Even though their lives would truly be so much better if they followed these rules, they don't want to follow them.
Yes, Jesus was born in Bethlehem and laid in a Manger - but he didn't stay there. Indeed, if he had only come to stay in that manger, he would never have come at all.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Now they lived in a smallish house, and Celesta had to share a room with the twins, and all three of the boys had to share a room. It was also drafty, so in winter, Celesta often woke up with both of her sisters in her bed.
They didn't have much money, but they always made do, especially since they had plenty of love to go around.
Now, it was Christmas Time, and Celesta was excitedly looking forward to it. Imagine her disappointment when her parents told them that the didn't have enough money for presents this year. The twins were still too young to understand Christmas presents, and the boys were old enough to understand going without, so only Celesta ...
"But ... but ..." Celesta complained, her lip trembling, "Christmas isn't Christmas without presents!"
"Now, Celesta," said Father. "It's not our choice. Besides, I'm sure Grams will still be sending us a nice package."
Celesta wrinkled her nose at the thought. "Grams always just sends us socks!" she complained.
"But they keep your toes warm," said Mother. "And you know how cold it gets."
But Celesta refused to be talked out of her disappointment. She had been looking forward to Christmas and all the presents she would be getting. Well, they never had many presents, but there always had been presents.
When Mother pulled out the tree, she refused to help put it up. "What's the use?" she asked. "There won't be any presents."
"Celesta," said Mother, "I know you're disappointed that we won't be getting any of you any presents, but you're stubbornness is going to completely ruin Christmas. Christmas isn't about Presents, you know."
"But Presents are so much fun!"
"Yes," said Mother, "they are fun - but so are so many other things about Christmas. And we're still getting the best present of all."
Celesta looked up. "The best present of all? And what's that. Or can you not tell me because it will spoil the surprise on Christmas day?"
Mother chuckled. "It's Jesus! The whole reason we have Christmas. So we can remember that God sent us Jesus as a baby to earth."
Celesta frowned again. "But that was years ago! We can't unwrap him on Christmas day!"
Mother sighed. "Celesta, sometimes the best presents are the ones you can't unwrap - like Jesus. It might of been years and years and years ago, but it's still just as important today that he came to earth as it was when he came to earth two thousand years ago."
"But I want to unwrap my presents on Christmas Day!" moaned Celesta.
Mother, seeing that there was nothing more she could say, left Celesta to pout while she finished putting up the decorations with the other five.
When they went caroling on Christmas Eve Celesta didn't want to go. However, since the rest of her family were going, she had to go, too. So they all got bundled up, and headed down the street to sing. Since her heart wasn't in it, Celesta just mumbled the words. Luckily, since the rest were singing so much louder, the people they were singing to didn't notice.
When they finally got home, Celesta plopped down on the couch and sat there dejectedly while her family got ready for bed. She must have dozed off, since next thing she knew, it was morning! Christmas Morning! And, to her amazement, there were too many presents under the tree to count!
She rushed to the tree to examine the gifts. Somehow she was no longer in the coat she was in the night before, but in her pajamas - which she thought was strange, because had her mom had dressed her the night before, she would have thought that Dad would have also carried her to bed. As she was looking at the to-from labels, her brothers and sisters appeared in the living room doorway. They didn't seem surprised at all to see all the presents.
Soon their parents came in, and okayed them starting to unwrap, so they did. There seemed to be no end to the presents - dolls, crafts, dress-up clothes, books with lots of pictures, and on and on. She kept expecting them to find the last present, but every time she looked the tree, there were still lots more presents left. She was starting to get overwhelmed - how was she going to be able to PLAY with all these presents?
Then she noticed the Nativity. It didn't look at all like it should. Mary, Joseph, the Shepherd and the Wise Men were all opening presents and the Baby Jesus was stuck off in the corner.
"That's not how it's supposed to be," she told her Mother.
"What?" said Mother.
"Mary and Joseph and the Shepherds and the Wise Men aren't supposed to be opening presents - they're supposed to be worshiping Jesus!"
"What do you mean, dear?" asked Mother. "Aren't presents what Christmas is all about."
"But ..." said Celesta, confused. "Jesus is what Christmas is all about. It's Jesus."
Suddenly she felt as though she was being shaken, and heard the twins calling her name and telling her to wake up. She opened her eyes and realized that it had all been a dream. She was still on the couch, but the only thing that had changed about what she was wearing was that her coat and shoes had been taken off, and a blanket had been put over her.
She looked at the Nativity. It was how it should look - Mary, Joseph, Wise Men and Shepherds all worshiping the Baby Jesus - the true meaning of Christmas. The tree only had the box from Grandma under it - but Celesta didn't mind any more. She liked socks, after all.
They ate breakfast - pancakes and syrup - Celesta's favorite, then Dad read the Christmas story from Luke, answering questions as they were asked. Then they opened the package from Grandma. As predicted, everyone got socks - two or three pairs each.
Celesta thought that she had never had a better Christmas, despite the fact that there were no presents. Just then, there was the sound of the doorbell. Dad opened the door. It was Celesta's friend, Gerta from Sunday School, as well as Gerta's little sister, Hallie, and Gerta's parents. Gerta's dad was holding a good-sized box.
"Gerta and Hallie found out that your children weren't getting any presents this year," said Gerta's mom, "so they insisted that they give them some of their presents."
Celesta's parents invited them in, and they had cookies and hot chocolate, then Gerta and Hallie insisted that Celesta and the twins open the presents they brought them. They hadn't brought any for Peter, James or Henry, since Peter, James and Henry were all boys, and Gerta and Hallie were both girls, and had only gotten girly presents. They didn't think the boys would have liked dolls. The boys agreed.
It doesn't really matter what they had brought them, because, as Celesta learned, presents weren't the reason we have Christmas - they're just a nice bonus. Jesus is the reason.
Friday, December 23, 2011
Thursday, December 22, 2011
The younger of my sisters, Miss Full of It, is much younger, at only two. She's such a sweetheart, and so talkative. She's opinionated. Her chair has to be just so, and everyone has to be just right. Her toes taste good, too, and she's so ticklish. I just love tickling her. She enjoys watching me play games on my computer, especially the ones that go BOOM!!! She's a riot.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
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Monday, December 19, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Yep, I love my woods - because I know them like the back of my hand!
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
1/2 c. sugar
1 c. vegetable oil
2 c. flour
1 1/2 tsp cinnamon
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp. vanilla
1/2 tsp salt
4 Granny Smith Apples
Chopped Nuts (opt)
Preheat oven to 350. Grease and Flour pan. Mix sugar, oil and eggs until blended, then beat it up for a minute. Add remaining ingredients excluding apples and nuts. Beat it up again. Chop up apples and stir them in. Stir in the nuts. Pour in the pan, stick it into the oven.
Bake until you can put a toothpick in and pull it out the way you put in (No goo!) 35-45 minutes.
Monday, December 12, 2011
The school had a "no pets policy" but the dad kept disregarding it and insisting on bringing pets. "Why can't there be pets?" he finally asked.
"Because we have no place to put them," the teachers replied.
The dad drove silently away in his car, and the teachers thought that they would have some peace for a while - but no! Within minutes, the dad had returned - with a huge, double-story cat and doghouse balanced on top of the car. "Now," he said, "you have a place to put them."
As the two teachers stared, one turned to her fellow and said, "How did he get that up there?"
- True Story!
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
You see wrapping paper has it's uses, for instance, it keeps you from finding out what you're getting for Christmas. I, for one, don't enjoy ruined surprises.
And it is fun to wrap ... when you have space to do so. I especially like decorating the packages.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
Why should we delegate authority? Is it because we need to teach those we delegate authority how to do what we delegate to them? Is it to make it easier on our parts? Is it so the cow can jump over the moon?
Okay, so the last reason is rather facetious. The cow doesn't have to jump over the moon, but the other two answers are legit. Mothers and Fathers and other people who are teaching skills and tasks delegate authority to teach their children and students how to do what they are delegating. Think about it, if you don’t delegate – and teach them how to do them when you first do so – how will they know how to do what you’re trying to teach them?
They won’t. And it’s the job of teachers and parents to make sure that their students and children learn how to be worthwhile adults. When we delegate, our students and children and other subordinate will learn what we delegate.
Also, when we delegate, there is less that we have to do, others can take care of it. If we delegate to others the less important stuff, we have more time and energy to take care of the more important stuff. And if we have more time to get the more important stuff done, everything will just run smoother. And that’s what counts, right?
Also, if we delegate authority, the ones we delegate the authority to will often rise up to the challenge we present them with and fulfill our expectations. People often do.
Therefore, we delegate authority for three basic reasons, to teach those subversive to us, to make things easier on us, and to make more responsible people of the ones we delegate authority to.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Eric had been watching Robin when he suddenly notice her freeze, her eyes fixed on something in the grass. He followed her gaze and saw a movement. He crept closer and saw that it was a snake.
With a quick movement, he grabbed it, and twisted its head to break its neck – then he flung it in the nearby gully.
Robin blinked for a few seconds. “How could you stand to touch that with your bare hands?” she asked, finally.
“I didn’t exactly have anything else to kill it with,” said Eric, “and I couldn’t let it sneak up and bite you before you saw it.”
Robin imitated a fish for a few seconds. “Thank you,” she finally stammered out.
Now, she knew he knew she saw it, and she knew that he knew that she knew that he knew she saw it … but he hadn’t said so. She didn’t have a single thing negative to say. For once in her life, she couldn’t say anything negative to Eric.
The next morning, she handed him a small knife. “In case you need to defend yourself against another snake,” she said. “The next one might not be so tame.”
“Hardly more than a whittling knife,” he observed as he took it.
“It’s all the larger knife Robin Hood would let me give you.” She sounded a bit disappointed.
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Saturday, September 17, 2011
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tammy: Hello folks! Welcome to The Past Times. Today we have the brilliant thinker Archimedes, who has written several thought provoking books on math.
Archimedes: and variations on the subject
Tammy: Yet you never traveled from your hometown …
Archimedes: Except for when I went to Alexandria. I often thought about going back, but I never did.
Tammy: Why not?
Archimedes: I found that my own city needed me more.
Tammy: What sort of things did you do there?
Archimedes: Well, we were at war, so I built war machines. They were various types of catapults that could throw stones much larger than others that had been made before.
Tammy: Who were you at war with?
Tammy: Tell me about your early life.
Archimedes: There isn’t much to say. My father was Phidias the astronomer, and I grew up like just about any other boy in Syracuse.
Tammy: Your home city?
Tammy: I heard somewhere that you were a favorite with the king in that city.
Archimedes: No, the Tyrant, King Hiero. I solved many a knotty problem for him.
Tammy: Like what?
Archimedes: One time he had had a solid gold crown made, but it didn’t seem to weigh enough. He had it weighed and it was the same weight as the original piece he had given the goldsmith, but it seemed to be too big. The only he could account for it was if the goldsmith had mixed the gold with silver.
Tammy: Because silver is lighter than gold?
Archimedes: Yes. But he couldn’t be sure. So he sent for me. I didn’t want to come. I was already on a very interesting problem. Hiero persisted and I finally reluctantly came. The crown proved to be one of my more interesting problems.
Tammy: Did you solve it?
Archimedes: It took a long time. I sat and looked at it for days on end. If it hadn’t of been for my slaves I never would of figured it out.
Tammy: How’d they help?
Archimedes: Whenever I got really involved with solving a problem, I ignore everything. I even forgot to eat and bathe. They’d bring me food to eat, so I didn’t starve, but I would get very dirty. When that happened, they would pick me up and, despite my screaming and kicking, carry me to the public baths. This time the bath master filled the tub almost to overflowing. Then they tossed me in.
Tammy: And water spilled out?
Archimedes: Exactly. I thought to myself, If water spills out when I get in, maybe it takes up the same amount of space as I do, and if the amount— I jumped out of the tub and ran back home, yelling, “Eureka!” which means “I have found it”
Tammy: Was it pure gold?
Archimedes: Nope. It took up more room than the piece of gold I had borrowed that was the same size as the original piece.
Tammy: I see. But I learned that back in high school geometry!
Archimedes: Yes, thanks to me.
Tammy: I heard that you once pulled a boat one-handed.
Archimedes: I did. And were I to have but another earth to stand on I could move this earth itself! It’s simple really; all I needed were pulleys and screws.
Archimedes: Hiero thought sure so. After that event, he always had me solve all his difficult problems.
Tammy: Like the crown?
Tammy: Any other times you helped him?
Archimedes: I defended the city for him.
Tammy: How’d you do that?
Archimedes: With math.
Tammy: would you mind explaining?
Archimedes: Not at all, I designed several different types of machines and Hiero had them built and men trained to run them. The attack didn’t occur in his lifetime, but when it did, we were ready.
Tammy: What kinds of machines were there?
Archimedes: Rock catapults, arrow catapults, boat grabbers, mirrors… stuff like that.
Archimedes: I made some with a curve that was just the right angle to focus the sun’s rays in one point in such a way that the object focused on melts or bursts into flames.
Tammy: That’s – amazing.
Archimedes: It’s just math. Anybody could figure it out.
Tammy: If they work at it. You do it seemingly effortlessly.
Archimedes: I don’t exactly figure things in five seconds though
Tammy: You find some things we can’t even fathom simple
Archimedes: You don’t think hard enough.
Tammy: Let’s not argue.
Archimedes: Anything else you would like to know?
Tammy: Yes, I heard that you were killed because of math.
Archimedes: Yes, when Syracuse was finally conquered, the Roman leader told his men that he wanted me brought to him alive, because he wanted to talk to me. I was working on an interesting problem at that point and didn’t want to go anywhere. The soldier who found me just laughed and stood on my work. I got mad and stabbed him with my drawing stylus. He got mad and ran me through with his sword.
Tammy: What did the Roman leader do?
Archimedes: had the soldier killed as a common murderer and me buried with highest honors. On my grave stone, he had the figure of a sphere inside a cube engraved.
Archimedes: I always considered that my most important achievement and had asked for it to placed there.
Tammy: Well, that’s about all the time we have for today. Thank-you Archimedes for being with us today. I’m Tammy Turnback and this has been The Past Times.