Another Smarter Than A Pre-Schooler Quiz

July 28, 2008 at 7:49 am (Smile Makers) (, , , )


Which way is the bus below traveling?
To the left or to the right?

Can’t make up your mind?

Look carefully at the picture again.

Still don’t know?

Pre-schoolers all over the United States
were shown this picture asked the same question.

90% of the pre-schooler’s gave this answer.

‘The bus is traveling to the left.’

When asked, ‘Why do you think the bus is traveling to the left?’

They answered:

‘Because you can’t see the door to get on the bus.’

How do you feel now ???

I know, me too.

Did you just have an “AH HA” Moment?


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A Doctor’s Words Of Wisdom

July 17, 2008 at 6:47 am (Smile Makers) (, , )

Amazing Medical Discover that was sent in an email.

Q: I’ve heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life; is this true?

A: Your heart is only good for so many beats, and that ‘s it… don’t waste them on exercise. Everything wears out eventually. Speeding up your heart will not make you live longer; that’s like saying you can extend the life of your car by driving it faster. Want to live longer? Take a nap.
Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and vegetables?

A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a cow eat? Hay and corn. And what are these? Vegetables. So a steak is nothing more than an efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to your system. Need grain? Eat chicken. Beef is also a good source of field grass (green leafy vegetable). And a pork chop can give you 100% of your recommended daily allowance of vegetable products.
Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake?

A: No, not at all. Wine is made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine, that means they take the water out of the fruity bit so you get even more of the goodness that way. Beer is also made out of grain. Bottoms up!
Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?

A: Well, if you have a body and you have fat, your ratio is one to one. If you have two bodies, your ratio is two to one, etc..


Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program?

A: Can’t think of a single one, sorry. My philosophy is: No Pain…Good!


Q: Aren’t fried foods bad for you?

A: YOU’RE NOT LISTENING!!! …. Foods are fried these days in vegetable oil. In fact, they’re permeated in it. How could getting more vegetables be bad for you?


Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle?

A: Definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger. You should only be doing sit-ups if you want a bigger stomach.
Q: Is chocolate bad for me?

A: Are you crazy? HELLO Cocoa beans! Another vegetable!!! It’s the best feel-good food around!
Q: Is swimming good for your figure?

A: If swimming is good for your figure, explain whales to me.
Q: Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle?

A: Hey! ‘Round’ is a shape!
Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets.


And remember:

‘Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways – wine in one hand – chocolate in the other – body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming ‘WOO HOO, What a ride’





For those of you who watch what you eat, here’s the final word on nutrition and health. It’s a relief to know the truth after all those conflicting nutritional studies.


1. The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.


2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.


3. The Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.


4. The Italians drink a lot of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.


5. The Germans drink a lot of beers and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.


Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.

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The Sandpiper

July 13, 2008 at 12:00 pm (Motivation-Inspiration) (, )

Here is a sad story with a life lesson in it I thought I would share about the Sandpiper, a man, and a child.
I hope you enjoy it, and the meaning it contains.

This is the closest picture I have of a sandpiper.

This is the closest picture I have of a sandpiper.

The Sandpiper
by Robert Peterson

She was six years old when I first met her on the beach near where I live.
I drive to this beach, a distance of three or four miles, whenever the world
begins to close in on me.  She was building a sand castle or something
and looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea.

“Hello,” she said.

I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small child.

“I’m building,” she said.

“I see that.  What is it?”  I asked, not really caring.

“Oh, I don’t know, I just like the feel of sand.”

That sounds good, I thought, and slipped off my shoes.

A sandpiper glided by.

“That’s a joy,” the child said.

“It’s a what?”

“It’s a joy.  My mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy.”

The bird went gliding down the beach.  Good-bye joy, I muttered to myself,
hello pain, and turned to walk on.  I was depressed, my life seemed
completely out of balance.

“What’s your name?”  She wouldn’t give up.

“Robert,” I answered.  “I’m Robert Peterson.”

“Mine’s Wendy… I’m six.”

“Hi, Wendy.”

She giggled.  “You’re funny,” she said.

In spite of my gloom, I laughed too and walked on.
Her musical giggle followed me.

“Come again, Mr. P,” she called.  “We’ll have another happy day.”

The next few days consisted of a group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA meetings,
and an ailing mother.  The sun was shining one morning as I took my hands out
of the dishwater.  I need a sandpiper, I said to myself, gathering up my coat.

The ever-changing balm of the seashore awaited me.  The breeze was
chilly but I strode along, trying to recapture the serenity I needed.

“Hello, Mr. P,” she said.  “Do you want to play?”

“What did you have in mind?” I asked, with a twinge of annoyance.

“I don’t know.  You say.”

“How about charades?”  I asked sarcastically.

The tinkling laughter burst forth again.  “I don’t know what that is.”

“Then let’s just walk.”

Looking at her, I noticed the delicate fairness of her face.
“Where do you live?” I asked.

“Over there.”  She pointed toward a row of summer cottages.

Strange, I thought, in winter.

“Where do you go to school?”

“I don’t go to school.  Mommy says we’re on vacation.”

She chattered little girl talk as we strolled up the beach, but my mind was
on other things.  When I left for home, Wendy said it had been a happy day.
Feeling surprisingly better, I smiled at her and agreed.

Three weeks later, I rushed to my beach in a state of near panic.  I was in no
mood to even greet Wendy.  I thought I saw her mother on the porch and felt
like demanding she keep her child at home.

“Look, if you don’t mind,” I said crossly when Wendy caught up with me, “I’d
rather be alone today.”  She seemed unusually pale and out of breath.

“Why?” she asked.

I turned to her and shouted, “Because my mother died!” and thought,
My God, why was I saying this to a little child?

“Oh,” she said quietly, “then this is a bad day.”

“Yes,” I said, “and yesterday and the day before and — oh, go away!”

“Did it hurt?” she inquired.

“Did what hurt?” I was exasperated with her, with myself.

“When she died?”

“Of course it hurt!” I snapped, misunderstanding,
wrapped up in myself.  I strode off.

A month or so after that, when I next went to the beach, she wasn’t there.
Feeling guilty, ashamed, and admitting to myself I missed her, I went up
to the cottage after my walk and knocked at the door.  A drawn looking
young woman with honey-colored hair opened the door.

“Hello,” I said, “I’m Robert Peterson.  I missed your little girl today
and wondered where she was.”

“Oh yes, Mr. Peterson, please come in.  Wendy spoke of you so much.
I’m afraid I allowed her to bother you.  If she was a nuisance,
please, accept my apologies.”

“Not at all — she’s a delightful child.”  I said, suddenly realizing
that I meant what I had just said.

“Wendy died last week, Mr. Peterson.  She had leukemia.
Maybe she didn’t tell you.”

Struck dumb, I groped for a chair.  I had to catch my breath.

“She loved this beach, so when she asked to come, we couldn’t say no.
She seemed so much better here and had a lot of what she called happy days.
But the last few weeks, she declined rapidly…” Her voice faltered, “She left
something for you, if only I can find it.  Could you wait a moment while I look?”

I nodded stupidly, my mind racing for something to say to this lovely young
woman.  She handed me a smeared envelope with “MR. P” printed in bold
childish letters.  Inside was a drawing in bright crayon hues — a yellow beach,
a blue sea, and a brown bird.  Underneath was carefully printed:


Tears welled up in my eyes, and a heart that had almost forgotten to love
opened wide.  I took Wendy’s mother in my arms.  “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,
I’m so sorry,” I uttered over and over, and we wept together.  The precious little
picture is framed now and hangs in my study.  Six words — one for each year
of her life — that speak to me of harmony, courage, and undemanding love.

A gift from a child with sea blue eyes and hair the color of sand
— who taught me the gift of love.


NOTE: This is a true story sent out by Robert Peterson.  It happened over 20
years ago and the incident changed his life forever.  It serves as a reminder
to all of us that we need to take time to enjoy living and life and each other.
The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less.

Life is so complicated, the hustle and bustle of everyday traumas
can make us lose focus about what is truly important
or what is only a momentary setback or crisis.

This week, be sure to give your loved ones an extra hug, and by all means,
take a moment… even if it is only ten seconds, to stop and smell the roses .
May God Bless everyone who receives this!  There are NO coincidences!

Everything that happens to us happens for a reason.  Never brush aside
anyone as insignificant.  Who knows what they can teach us?

I wish for you, a sandpiper.

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When The Music Stopped

July 9, 2008 at 7:20 am (Motivation-Inspiration) (, , , , )

I get a lot of really cool emails.  Maybe you do, too, maybe you don’t but here is the latest.

For those who are unaware, at a military theater, the National Anthem is played before every movie.
 From a Chaplain in Iraq :
 I recently attended a showing of ‘Superman 3,’ here at LSA Anaconda. We have a large auditorium we use for movies, as well as memorial services and other large gatherings. As is the custom back in the States, we stood and snapped to attention when the National Anthem began before the main feature. All was going as planned until about three-quarters of the way through The National Anthem the music stopped.
 Now, what would happen if this occurred with 1,000 18-22 year-olds back in the States? I imagine there would be hoots, catcalls, laughter, a few rude comments; and everyone would sit down and call for a movie. Of course, that is, if they had stood for the National Anthem in the first place. Here, the 1,000 Soldiers continued to stand at attention, eyes fixed forward. The music started again. The Soldiers continued to quietly stand at attention And again, at the same point, the music stopped. What would you expect to happen?
 Even here I would imagine laughter, as everyone finally sat down and expected the movie to start. But here, you could have heard a pin drop. Every Soldier continued to stand at attention. Suddenly there was a lone voice, then a dozen, and quickly the room was filled with the voices of a thousand soldiers, finishing where the recording left off: ‘And the rockets red glare, The bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night That our flag was still there. Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave, O’er the land of the free  and the home of the brave.’ 
It was the most inspiring moment I have had here in Iraq . I wanted you to know what kind of Soldiers are serving you here.
Remember them as they fight for you!
Pass this along as a reminder to others to be ever in prayer for all our soldiers serving us here at home and abroad. For many have already paid the ultimate price.
Written by Chaplain Jim Higgins

We are blessed to have so many young men and women who are anxious to serve in the Military.

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Your Dog Knows!

July 7, 2008 at 7:52 am (Random Rambles) (, , )

It\'s Not My Dog

Ever heard that a dog “knows” when an earthquake is about to hit?

Have you ever heard that a dog can “sense” when a tornado is stirring up, even 20 miles away?

Do you remember hearing that before the December tsunami struck Southeast Asia, dogs started running frantically away from the seashore, at breakneck speed?

Do you know that dogs can detect cancer and other serious illnesses and danger of fire?

Somehow they always know when they can “go for a ride” before you even ask, and how do those dogs and cats get home from hundreds of miles away?

I’m a firm believer that animals – especially dogs – have keen insights into the TRUTH.

And you can’t tell me that dogs can’t sense a potentially terrible disaster well in advance.

Simply said, a dog just KNOWS when something isn’t right… when impending doom is upon us…
they’ll always try to warn us…!!!

I have owned sevreral dogs and I realize that each is different, but I also know that they can judge things with that dog sense they have.  I often wonder how they judge people and are usually “right on”.  All of my dogs have been “recycled”, or “used”, and sometimes abused.  I do not go for the pure bred dog, but chances are if it is a stray it will wind up at my house. 

My only regret about having a dog is that I do not have enough time to spend with it.

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It is almost July 4, 2008!

July 3, 2008 at 8:53 pm (Motivation-Inspiration) (, , )

I am posting this video for a July 4th message, because it is a celebration that we can have in the USA.  Maybe we can still have them where a few thousand people can gather in a city park for a summer evening of music and celebration of live and living and all that goes with it.

This bittersweet song by Simon and Garfunkel about They’ve All Gone To Look For America is thought provoking at best.  It is not patriotic, or is it?  Is it about freedom?  Perhaps tomorrow I will post Ray Charles in here.  Nobody sings better than Ray Charles.

I am sure you might disagree, but that is the great thing about living in America.  We can have our own opinion.

Happy Birthday USA!!!

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