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Mastercard Wedding........ Nov 7, 2007 10:29 pm
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It was a huge Wedding with about 300 guests. After the wedding at the reception, the groom got up on stage with a microphone to talk to the crowd. He said he wanted to thank everyone for coming, many from long distances, to support them at their wedding. He especially wanted to thank the bride and her family and to thank his new father-in-law for providing such a lavish reception. As a token of his deep appreciation he said he wanted to give everyone a special gift just from him.

So taped to the bottom of everyone's chair, including the wedding Party, was a manila envelope. He said this was his gift to everyone, and Asked them to open their envelope. Inside each manila envelope was an 8x10 glossy of his bride having sex with the best man. The groom had gotten suspicious of them weeks earlier and had hired a private detective to tail them.

After just standing there, just watching the guests' reactions for a couple of minutes, he turned to the best man and said,"F--- you!". Then he turned to his bride and said, "F---you!".

Then he turned to the dumbfounded crowd and said, "I'm outta here."
He had the marriage annulled first thing in the morning. While most people would have canceled the wedding immediately after finding out about the affair, this guy goes through with the charade, as if nothing were wrong. His revenge...making the bride's parents pay over $32,000 for a 300 guest wedding and reception, and best of all, trashing the bride and best man in front of 300 friends and family members.
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Marriage, Husbands and Wives Nov 7, 2007 10:22 pm
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I recently read that love is entirely a matter of chemistry.

That must be why my wife treats me like toxic waste.

- David Bissonette

When a man steals your wife, there is no better revenge than to let
him keep her.

- Sacha Guitry

Marriage is like a cage; one sees the birds outside desperate to
get in, and those inside desperate to get out.

- Montaigne

After marriage, husband and wife become two sides of a coin; they
just can't face each other, but still they stay together.

-- Hemant Joshi

By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you'll be happy. If
you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher.

-- Socrates

The great question... which I have not been able to answer... is,
"What does a woman want?

-- Freud

"The secret of a successful marriage is not to be at home too much."

- Colin Chapman

"I've had bad luck with both my wives. The first one left me and
the second one didn't."

- Patrick Murray

Wife: Let's go out and have some fun tonight. Husband: Okay, but if
you get home before I do, leave the hallway light on.

My wife doesn't care what I do away from home, as long as I don't
enjoy it.

The husband who wants a happy marriage should learn to keep his
mouth shut and his checkbook open.

-- Groucho Marx
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What Tree Did You Fall From??? Nov 7, 2007 9:56 pm
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What tree did you fall from? Find your birthday, find your tree and then scroll down... This is really cool and somewhat accurate, also in line with Celtic astrology.

Jan 01 to Jan 11 - Fir Tree
Jan 12 to Jan 24 - Elm Tree
Jan 25 to Feb 03 - Cypress Tree
Feb 04 to Feb 08 - Poplar Tree
Feb 09 to Feb 18 - Cedar Tree
Feb 19 to Feb 28 - Pine Tree
Mar 01 to Mar 10 - Weeping Willow Tree
Mar 11 to Mar 20 - Lime Tree
Mar 21 - Oak Tree
Mar 22 to Mar 31 - Hazelnut Tree
Apr 01 to Apr 10 - Rowan Tree
Apr 11 to Apr 20 - Maple Tree
Apr 21 to Apr 30 - Walnut Tree
May 01 to May 14 - Poplar Tree
May 15 to May 24 - Chestnut Tree
May 25 to Jun 03 - Ash Tree
Jun 04 to Jun 13 - Hornbeam Tree
Jun 14 to Jun 23 - Fig Tree
Jun 24 - Birch Tree
Jun 25 to Jul 04 - Apple Tree
Jul 05 to Jul 14 - Fir Tree
Jul 15 to Jul 25 - Elm Tree
Jul 26 to Aug 04 - Cypress Tree
Aug 05 to Aug 13 - Poplar Tree
Aug 14 to Aug 23 - Cedar Tree
Aug 24 to Sep 02 - Pine Tree
Sep 03 to Sep 12 - Weeping Willow Tree
Sep 13 to Sep 22 - Lime Tree
Sep 23 - Olive Tree
Sep 24 to Oct 03 - Hazelnut Tree
Oct 04 to Oct 13 - Rowan Tree
Oct 14 to Oct 23 - Maple Tree
Oct 24 to Nov 11 - Walnut Tree
Nov 12 to Nov 21 - Chestnut Tree
Nov 22 to Dec 01 - Ash Tree
Dec 02 to Dec 11 - Hornbeam Tree
Dec 12 to Dec 21 - Fig Tree
Dec 22 - Beech Tree
Dec 23 to Dec 31 - Apple Tree

APPLE TREE (Love) - of slight build, lots of charm, appeal, and attraction, pleasant aura, flirtatious, adventurous, sensitive, always in love, wants to love and be loved, faithful and tender partner, very generous, scientific talents, lives for today, a carefree philosopher with imagination.

ASH TREE (Ambition) - uncommonly attractive, vivacious, impulsive, demanding, does not care for criticism, ambitious, intelligent, talented, likes to play with fate, can be egotistic, very reliable and trustworthy, faithful and prudent lover, sometimes brains rule over the heart, but takes partnership very seriously.

BEECH TREE (Creative) - has good taste, concerned about its looks, materialistic, good organization of life and career, economical, good leader, takes no unnecessary risks, reasonable, splendid lifetime companion, keen on keeping fit (diets, sports, etc.)

BIRCH TREE (Inspiration) - vivacious, attractive, elegant, friendly, pretentious, modest, does not like anything in excess, abhors the vulgar, loves life in nature and in calm, not very passionate, full of imagination, little ambition, creates a calm and content atmosphere.
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Never argue with a Woman - who reads! Nov 7, 2007 6:05 am
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A couple went on vacation to a fishing resort in northern Queensland. The
husband liked to fish at the crack of dawn. The wife liked to read. One
morning the husband returned after several hours of fishing and decided to
take a nap. Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decided to take
the boat out. She motored out a short distance, anchored, and continued to
read her book. Along came a game warden in his boat. He pulled up alongside

the woman and said, "Good morning Ma'am. What are you doing?" "Reading a
book," she replied, (thinking, "Isn't that
obvious?"). "You're in a restricted fishing area," he informed her. "I'm
sorry officer, but I'm not fishing, I'm reading." "Yes, but you have all
the
equipment. For all I know you
could start at any moment. I'll have to take you in and book you ." "If you
do that, I'll have to charge you with sexual
assault," said the woman. "But I haven't even touched you," said the
Ranger.
"That's true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could
start
at any moment." "Have a nice day ma'am", and he left.

MORAL: Never argue with a woman who reads. It's likely she can also think.
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Days gone by... Nov 7, 2007 6:00 am
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Ladies of days gone by:
Cure for headaches: Take a lime, cut it in half and rub it on your forehead. The throbbing will go away.

Women of today:
Take a lime, mix it with tequila, chill and drink. You might still have the headache, but who cares?

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Ladies of days gone by:
Stuff a miniature marshmallow in the bottom of a sugar cone to prevent ice cream drips.

Women of today:
Just suck the ice cream out of the bottom of the cone, for Pete's sake. You are probably lying on the couch, with your feet up, eating it anyway.

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Ladies of days gone by:
To keep potatoes from budding, place an apple in the bag with the potatoes.

Women of today:
Buy boxed mashed potato mix and keep it in the pantry for up to a year.

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Ladies of days gone by:
When a cake recipe calls for flouring the baking pan, use a bit of the dry cake mix instead and there won't be any white mess on the outside of the cake.

Women of today:
Go to the bakery - they'll even decorate it for you.

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Ladies of days gone by:
Brush some beaten egg white over pie crust before baking to yield a beautiful glossy finish.

Women of today:
Sara Lee frozen pie directions do not include brushing egg whites over the crust, so I just don't do it.
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Ladies of days gone by:
If you have a problem opening jars, try using latex dishwashing gloves. They give a non-slip grip that makes opening jars easy.

Women of today:
Go ask the very cute neighbour guy to do it.

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And finally the most important tip....

Ladies of days gone by:
Don't throw out all that leftover wine. Freeze into ice cubes for future use in casseroles and sauces.

Women of today:
Leftover wine???
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CRAZY WORLD Nov 7, 2007 5:56 am
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A man who shovelled snow for an hour to clear a space for his car
during a blizzard in Chicago returned with his vehicle to find a woman had taken the space. Understandably, he shot her.

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After stopping for drinks at an illegal bar, a Zimbabwean bus driver found that the 20 mental patients he was supposed to be transporting
from Harare to Beltway had escaped. Not wanting to admit his
incompetence, the driver went to a nearby bus stop and offered
everyone waiting there a free ride. He then delivered the passengers to the mental hospital, telling the staff that the patients were very
excitable and prone to bizarre fantasies. The deception wasn't discovered for 3 days.

********

An American teenager was in the hospital recovering from
serious head wounds received from an oncoming train. When asked how
he received the injuries, the lad told police that he was simply trying to see how close he could get his head to a moving train before he was hit.

********

A mother took her daughter to the doctor and asked him to give her an
examination to determine the cause of her daughter's swollen abdomen.
It only took the doctor about 2 seconds to say, "Your daughter is
pregnant." The mother turned red with fury and she argued with the
doctor that her daughter was a good girl and would never compromise
her reputation by having sex with a boy. The doctor faced the window and silently watched the horizon. The mother became enraged and screamed, "Quit looking out the window! Aren't you paying attention to me?"
"Yes, of course I am paying attention ma'am. It's just that the last time this happened, a star appeared in the East, and three wise men came. And I was just checking ...

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When his 38-calibre revolver failed to fire at its intended victim
during a hold-up in Long Beach, California, would be robber James
Elliot did something that can only inspire wonder: He peered down the barrel and tried the trigger again. This time it worked.

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The chef at a hotel in Switzerland lost a finger in a meat-cutting
machine and, after a little hopping around, submitted a claim to his
insurance company. The company, suspecting negligence, sent out one
of its men to have a look for himself. He tried the machine out and lost a finger. The chef's claim was approved.

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A passenger in a taxi tapped the driver on the shoulder to ask him
something. The driver screamed, lost control of the cab, nearly hit a
bus, drove up over the curb, and stopped just inches from a large
plate glass window. For a few moments everything was silent in the cab, then the driver said, Please, don't ever do that again. You scared the daylights out of me." The passenger, who was also frightened, apologized and said he didn't realise that a tap on the shoulder could frighten him so much, to which the driver replied, "I'm sorry, it's really not your fault at all. Today is my first day driving a cab. I have been driving a hearse for the last 25 years.”
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This is a Great Story about Life Nov 7, 2007 3:30 am
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There was a rich merchant who had 4 wives. He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to delicacies. He took great care of her and gave her nothing but the best.

He also loved the 3rd wife very much. He’s very proud of her and always wanted to showoff her to his friends. However, the merchant is always in great fear that she might run away with some other men.

He too, loved his 2nd wife is a very loyal partner and has made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and business as well as taking care of the household. However, the merchant did not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her.

One day the merchant fell ill. Before long, he knew that he was going to die soon. He thought of his luxurious life and told himself, “Now I have 4 wives with me. But when I die, I’ll be alone. How lonely I’ll be!” Thus, he asked the 4th wife, “ I loved you most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I’m dying, will you follow me and keep me company?’’’’ No way!’’ replied the 4th wife and she walked away without another word. The answer cut like a sharp knife right into the merchant’s heart.

The sad merchant then asked the 3rd wife. “I have loved you so much for all my life. Now that I’m dying, will you follow me and keep me company?’’’’ No!’’ replied the 3rd wife. “Life is so good over here! I ‘m going to remarry when you die!” The merchant’s heart sank and turned cold.

He then asked the 2nd wife, “I always turned to you for help and you’ve always helped me out. Now I need your help again. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?” “I’m sorry, I can’t help you out this time!” replied the 2nd wife. “ At the very most, I can only send you to your grave.” The answer came like a bolt of thunder and the merchant was devastated.

Then a voice called out: “I’ll leave with you. I’ll follow you no matter where you go.” The merchant looked up and there was his 1st wife. She was so skinny, almost like she suffered from malnutrition. Greatly grieved, the merchant said, “ I should have taken much better care of you while I could have!”

Actually, we all have 4 wives in our lives.... The 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it’ll never leave with us when we die.

The 3rd wife is our possessions, status and wealth. When we die they all go to others.

The 3rd wife is our family and friends. No matter how close they had been there for us when we’re alive, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.

The 1st wife is in fact our soul often neglected in our pursuit of material wealth and sensual pleasure. Guess what? It is actually the only thing that follows us wherever we go. Perhaps it’s a good idea to cultivate and strengthen it now rather than to wait until we’re on our deathbed to lament.
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God Speaks to Us Nov 7, 2007 1:46 am
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GOD SPEAKS TO US

please read this and find out how God speaks to us in different ways and
how he answers prayers.
Hope this blesses your heart.
Does he always talk to you?

A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible Study.
The Pastor had shared about listening to God and obeying the Lord's voice. The young man couldn't help but wonder, "Does God still speak to people?"

After service he went out with some friends for coffee and pie
and they discussed the message. Several different ones talked about how
God had led them in different ways.

It was about ten o'clock when the young man started driving home.
Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, "God, If you still speak to people speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to obey."

As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the
strangest thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk. He shook his head and
said out loud, "God is that you?" He didn't get a reply and started
on toward home. But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk. The
young man thought about Samuel and how he didn't recognize the voice
of God, and how little Samuel ran to Eli. "Okay, God, in case that is
you, I will buy the milk." It didn't seem like too hard a test of
obedience. He could always use the milk. He stopped and purchased the
gallon of milk and started off toward home.

As he passed Seventh Street, he again felt the urge, "Turn down that
street." This is crazy he thought and drove on past the intersection.
Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street. At the next
intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh. Half
jokingly, he said out loud, "Okay, God, I will". He drove several blocks,
when suddenly, he felt like he should stop. He pulled over to the
curb and looked around. He was in semi-commercial area of town. It
wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst of neighborhoods either. The
businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark like the people
were already in bed. Again, he sensed something, "Go and give the
milk to the people in the house across the street." The young man
looked at the house. It was dark and it looked like the people were
either gone or they were already asleep. He started to open the door and
then sat back in the car seat. "Lord, this is insane. Those people are
asleep and if I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I will look
stupid." Again, he felt like he should go and give the milk.

Finally, he opened the door, "Okay God, if this is you, I will go to the
door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look like a
crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will count
for something but if they don't answer right away, I am out of
here." He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some
noise inside. A man's voice yelled out, "Who is it? What do you want?"

Then the door opened before the young man could get away. The man
was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked like he
just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn't
seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep.

"What is it?" The young man thrust out the gallon of milk, "Here, I brought
this to you." The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway speaking
loudly in Spanish. Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the
milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby.
The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face.
The man began speaking and half-crying, "We were just praying. We had
some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn't have any
milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to
get some milk. His wife in the kitchen yelled out, "I ask him to send an
Angel with some. Are you an Angel?" The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he had on him and put in the man's
hand. He turned and walked back toward his car and the tears were
streaming down his face. He knew that God still answers prayers.

Hope you believe that God is alive and speaks to us.................
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A Letter To A " Silent " Brother Nov 7, 2007 12:23 am
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Dear Patrick,

I was then an only child who had everything I could ever want. But even a pretty, spoiled and rich did could get lonely once in a while so when Mom told me that she was pregnant, I was ecstatic. I imagined how wonderful you would be and how we'd always be together and how much you would look like me.

So, when you were born, I looked at your tiny hands and feet and marveled at how beautiful you were. We took you home and I showed you proudly to my friends. They would touch you and sometimes pinch you, but you never reacted. When you were five months old, some things began to bother Mom. You seemed so unmoving and numb, and your cry sounded ill – almost like a kitten’s. So we brought you to many doctors. The thirteenth doctor who looked at you quietly said you have the “cry du chat” (pronounced kree-do-sha) syndrome, ‘cry of the cat’ in French. When I asked what that meant, he looked at me with pity and softly said, :Your brother will never walk nor talk.” The doctor told us that it is a condition that afflicts one in 50,000 babies, rendering victims severely retarded.

Mom was shocked and I was furious. I thought it was unfair. When we went home, Mom took you in her arms and cried. I looked at you and realized that word will get around that you’re not normal. So to hold on to my popularity, I did the unthinkable.. I disowned you. Mom and Dad didn’t know but I steeled myself no t to love you as you grew. Mom and Dad showered you with love and attention and that made me bitter. And as the years passed, that bitterness turned to anger, and then hate.

Mom never gave up on you. She knew she had to do it for your sake. Every time she put your toys down, you’d roll instead of crawl. I watched her heart break every time she took away your toys and strapped your tummy with foam so you couldn’t roll. You’d struggle and you’d cry in that pitiful way, the cry of the kitten. But she still didn’t give up. And then one day, you defied what all your doctors said--- your crawled. When Mom saw this, she knew that you would eventually walk. So when you were still crawling at age four, she’d put you on the grass with only your diapers on knowing that you hate the feel of the grass you skin. Then she’d leave you there. I would sometimes watch from the window and smile at your discomfort. You would crawl to the sidewalk and Mom would put you back.

Again and again, Mom repeated this on the lawn. Until one day, Mom saw you pull yourself up and toddle off the grass as fast as your little legs could carry you. Laughing and crying. She shouted for Dad and I to come. Dad hugged you crying openly. I watched from my bedroom window this heartbreaking scene.

Over the years, Mom taught you to speak, read and write. From then on, I would sometimes see you walk outside, smell the flowers, marvel at the birds, or just smile at no one. I began to see the beauty of the world around me, the simplicity of life and the wonders of this world, through your eyes. It was then that I realized that you were my brother and no matter how much I tried to hate you, I couldn’t because I had grown to love you. During the next few days, we again became acquainted with each other. I would buy you toys and give you all the love that a sister could ever give to her brother. And you would reward me by smiling and hugging me. But I guess, you were never really meant for us.

On your tenth birthday, you felt severe headaches. The doctor’s diagnosis leukemia. Mom gasped and Dad held her, while I fought hard to keep my tears from falling. At that moment, I loved you all the more. I couldn't even bear to leave your side. Then the doctors told us that your only hope was to have a bone marrow transplant. You were too sick, and the doctor reluctantly ruled out the operations. Since then, you underwent chemotherapy and radiation. Even at the end, you continued to pursue life. Just a month before you died, you made me draw up a list of things you wanted to do when you got out of the hospital. Two days after the list was completed, you asked the doctors to send you home.

There, we ate ice cream and cake, tun across the grass, flew kites, went fishing, took pictures of one another and let the balloons fly. I remember the last conversation that we had. You said that if you die. And if I am need of help, I could send you a note to heaven by trying it on the string of any balloon and letting it fly. When you said this, I started crying. Then you hugged me.

Then again, for the last time, you got sick. That last night, you asked for water, a back rub, a cuddle. Finally you went into seizure with tears streaming down your face. Later, at the hospital, you struggled to talk but the words wouldn’t come. I know what you want to say.

“ I hear you,” I whispered. And for the last time, I said, “ I‘ll always love you and I will never forget you. Don’t be afraid. You’ll soon be with God in heave.”

Then. With my tears flowing freely, I watched the bravest boy I had ever known finally stop breathing. Dad, Mom and I cried until I felt as if there were no more tears left. Patrick was finally gone, leaving us behind. From then on, you were my source of inspiration. You showed me how to love life and live life to the fullest. With your simplicity and honesty, you showed me a world full of love and caring. And you made me realize that the most important thing in this life is “to continue loving without asking why or how and without setting any limit.”

Thank you, my little brother, for all these.

Your sister,
SARAH.
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Sweet and funny story "A Child's Prayer" Nov 6, 2007 11:27 pm
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A CHILD'S PRAYER

Dear God, are You still awake?
Have You got a minute or two?

You're pretty good at understanding,
And I really need to talk to You. You see,

Mommy came to tuck me in,
Like she does every night.
I was trying to play a trick on her,
Since she can't see without the light.

I was going to close my eyes
And pretend to be asleep.
But when I heard her crying,
I didn't dare let out a peep.

She started talking to you,
God. Did You hear the things she said?
Could You hear what she was saying
As she stood beside my bed?

Why would Mommy be so sad?
I wondered just what I had done,
And then I began to remember
it all As she named them one by one...

This morning we worked in the garden,
But, honest, I really didn't know
That if I picked all those little yellow blooms
The tomatoes wouldn't grow!

Charlie and I were trying to be helpers,
'Cause I know that's what Mommy needs,
But I don't think she was too happy with us
when we pulled up carrots instead of weeds.

Mommy said we should stop for the day,
she decided we had helped quite enough.
I sure had worked up an appetite...
I didn't know gardening was so tough!

We had peanut-butter and jelly for lunch
and I shared too much, I guess...
But I didn't realize until I was done
that Charlie had made such a mess.

Mommy said she needed a nap,
she had one of her headaches today.
She told me to keep an eye on my sister
and find something quiet to play.

Well, God, do You remember all those curls
you gave my little sister Jenny?
We played barber shop...very quietly...
and now, well, she doesn't have any.

Boy, was Mommy mad at me...
I had to go sit on my bed.
She said never to cut "people hair" again.
I guess I'll practice on Charlie instead.

We sat and watched poor old Albert,
I just knew he must be so bored
Going round and round
in the same place all day,
Wouldn't You think so, Lord?

I didn't think it would hurt
to let him out for a while.
I mean, mice need exercise, too.
By the way, have You seen Albert lately?
He's been sort of missing since two.

Mommy sent us outside for the rest of the day.
She said we needed fresh air.
But when Daddy came home she told him
he was trying to get something out of her hair.

We thought Mommy needed cheering up,
so we decided to brighten her day.
But, God, did You see the look on her face
When we gave her that pretty bouquet?

We had gotten a little bit dirty,
so Mommy said to get in the tub.
"Use soap this time," she reminded,
"and please don't forget to scrub."

Charlie didn't like the water too much,
but I lathered up real good.
I knew Mommy would be so proud of me
For cleaning up like I should.

I went downstairs to the table,
but during dinner it started to rain...
I'd forgotten to turn off the water, it seems,
and I hadn't unplugged the drain!

I decided right then it was just about time
to start getting ready for bed,
When Mommy said, "It's sure been a long day,
" And her face began turning all red.

I lay there listening to Mommy
as she told You about our day.
I thought about all of the things I had done
and I wondered what I should say.

I was just about to tell her
that I'd been awake all along,
And ask her to please forgive me
for all of those thing I'd done wrong.

When suddenly, I heard her whisper,
"God, forgive me for today...
For not being more understanding
when those problems came my way...

For not handling situations in the way
You wanted me to...for getting angry
and losing my temper,
Things I know You don't want me to do.

And, God, please give me more patience,
Help me make it through another day,
I'll do better tomorrow, I promise...
In Jesus' name I pray."

Wiping her eyes, she kissed me
and knelt here beside my bed.
She stroked my hair for a little while...
" I love you, precious," Mommy said.

She left the room without ever knowing
That I'd been awake all the time.
And God, could we make it our little secret?
You know, just Yours and mine?

I'm sorry I was so much trouble today,
I really didn't mean to be...Daddy says
it's tough being a kid sometimes,
but I think it's harder on Mommy than me.

Well, goodnight, God. Thanks for listening.
It's sure nice to know You're there.
I feel so much better when I talk to You
'cause You always hear my prayer.

And I'll do better tomorrow, I promise...
Just You wait and see!
I'll try not to be so much trouble again,
But, God, please give more patience to Mommy ......
Just in case! Amen
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