Friday, May 25, 2007
Because John doesn't have videos on his blog, I thought I'd post it for him. I want to laugh and deck him every time he starts singing this song to me! I love my man!
posted by Turnoc's Lady @ 7:19 PM,
,
Friendship week
Monday, May 21, 2007
I know a lot of you have seen this already, But it's beautiful enough that I had to post it anyway.
FRIENDSHIP WEEK
A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of little boy.
"Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies."
"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, "These puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money."
The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket,
he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer.
"I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?"
"Sure," said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle. "Here, Dolly!" he called. Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur.
The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes
danced with delight.
As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up...
"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt. The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would."
With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe.
Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see sir, I don't run too well myself,
and he will need someone who understands."
With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup. Holding it carefully he handed it to the little boy.
"How much?" asked the little boy. "No charge," answered the farmer. "There's no charge for love."
The world is full of people who need someone who understands.
It's National Friendship Week.
Show your friends how much you care.
posted by Turnoc's Lady @ 2:49 PM,
,
Air Care
Thursday, May 17, 2007
So our car failed it air care test today. Two out of three tests! The Nitrogen (NOx) failed at more then double the average reading - because our car burns lean. That means that there's not enough fuel going to the engine. The Hydrocarbons failed with FOUR times the average reading - because at 291 thousand Km, our valve seals are going and we burn oil. The engine burning lean we could have done something about, however we've had the seals looked at, and the only thing we can do about those is rebuild/replace the engine. For that cost we may as well get a new car. The frustrating part is I remember a conversation I had with John in Edmonton just before we moved back, where I said "the car blows blue smoke, it will not pass air care." All I ever got was "well, we'll see." Now it's failed for both reasons I said it would and I can't help but fell a bit sarcastic: OMG, the woman might know what she's talking about!
On the lighter side, I might actually get my uniform jacket tailored tomorrow. We did have a good day today before the test. We drove out to "the 'Wack" and had lunch at White spot by Chilliwack mall. I had planned on calling a new friend of ours there to see if she was up to anything. Then I looked down and saw that I was wearing a tank top, short shorts and hadn't shaved in a few weeks. I felt like a female Sasquatch (the perfect mate for my bush-man) all of a sudden, and really wanted to go home! I know, it's an incredibly LAME excuse. However that's what I was thinking at the time. Oh well, may be next time, we can still insure the car for three months...
posted by Turnoc's Lady @ 11:47 PM,
,
Warning! Spiritual content!
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
My cousin sent this story to me:
She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?"
The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it."
Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?"
The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university."
Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. "Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked.
Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.
The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. "I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could."
Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car.
The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room.
She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.
It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:
"Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say "I Love You". I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? nbsp; I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'Where was He when I needed him ?' "God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children. Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?
Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.
posted by Turnoc's Lady @ 1:05 AM,
,
Lots of really fun stuff...or not.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
I finally had more then two cadets show up for band practise to night. Went to the gym on Tuesday and I'm taking John with me tomorrow! I finally get to go back to Kris and Jackie's on Saturdays again!! I'm also going to North Van really early Sunday morning with our range team for a shooting competition. That's about all for now!
posted by Turnoc's Lady @ 11:55 PM,
,
Monday, May 21, 2007
I know a lot of you have seen this already, But it's beautiful enough that I had to post it anyway.
FRIENDSHIP WEEK
A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of little boy.
"Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies."
"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, "These puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money."
The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket,
he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer.
"I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?"
"Sure," said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle. "Here, Dolly!" he called. Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur.
The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes
danced with delight.
As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up...
"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt. The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would."
With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe.
Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see sir, I don't run too well myself,
and he will need someone who understands."
With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup. Holding it carefully he handed it to the little boy.
"How much?" asked the little boy. "No charge," answered the farmer. "There's no charge for love."
The world is full of people who need someone who understands.
It's National Friendship Week.
Show your friends how much you care.
posted by Turnoc's Lady @ 2:49 PM,
,
Air Care
Thursday, May 17, 2007
So our car failed it air care test today. Two out of three tests! The Nitrogen (NOx) failed at more then double the average reading - because our car burns lean. That means that there's not enough fuel going to the engine. The Hydrocarbons failed with FOUR times the average reading - because at 291 thousand Km, our valve seals are going and we burn oil. The engine burning lean we could have done something about, however we've had the seals looked at, and the only thing we can do about those is rebuild/replace the engine. For that cost we may as well get a new car. The frustrating part is I remember a conversation I had with John in Edmonton just before we moved back, where I said "the car blows blue smoke, it will not pass air care." All I ever got was "well, we'll see." Now it's failed for both reasons I said it would and I can't help but fell a bit sarcastic: OMG, the woman might know what she's talking about!
On the lighter side, I might actually get my uniform jacket tailored tomorrow. We did have a good day today before the test. We drove out to "the 'Wack" and had lunch at White spot by Chilliwack mall. I had planned on calling a new friend of ours there to see if she was up to anything. Then I looked down and saw that I was wearing a tank top, short shorts and hadn't shaved in a few weeks. I felt like a female Sasquatch (the perfect mate for my bush-man) all of a sudden, and really wanted to go home! I know, it's an incredibly LAME excuse. However that's what I was thinking at the time. Oh well, may be next time, we can still insure the car for three months...
posted by Turnoc's Lady @ 11:47 PM,
,
Warning! Spiritual content!
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
My cousin sent this story to me:
She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?"
The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it."
Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?"
The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university."
Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. "Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked.
Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.
The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. "I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could."
Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car.
The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room.
She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.
It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:
"Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say "I Love You". I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? nbsp; I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'Where was He when I needed him ?' "God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children. Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?
Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.
posted by Turnoc's Lady @ 1:05 AM,
,
Lots of really fun stuff...or not.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
I finally had more then two cadets show up for band practise to night. Went to the gym on Tuesday and I'm taking John with me tomorrow! I finally get to go back to Kris and Jackie's on Saturdays again!! I'm also going to North Van really early Sunday morning with our range team for a shooting competition. That's about all for now!
posted by Turnoc's Lady @ 11:55 PM,
,
Thursday, May 17, 2007
So our car failed it air care test today. Two out of three tests! The Nitrogen (NOx) failed at more then double the average reading - because our car burns lean. That means that there's not enough fuel going to the engine. The Hydrocarbons failed with FOUR times the average reading - because at 291 thousand Km, our valve seals are going and we burn oil. The engine burning lean we could have done something about, however we've had the seals looked at, and the only thing we can do about those is rebuild/replace the engine. For that cost we may as well get a new car. The frustrating part is I remember a conversation I had with John in Edmonton just before we moved back, where I said "the car blows blue smoke, it will not pass air care." All I ever got was "well, we'll see." Now it's failed for both reasons I said it would and I can't help but fell a bit sarcastic: OMG, the woman might know what she's talking about!
On the lighter side, I might actually get my uniform jacket tailored tomorrow. We did have a good day today before the test. We drove out to "the 'Wack" and had lunch at White spot by Chilliwack mall. I had planned on calling a new friend of ours there to see if she was up to anything. Then I looked down and saw that I was wearing a tank top, short shorts and hadn't shaved in a few weeks. I felt like a female Sasquatch (the perfect mate for my bush-man) all of a sudden, and really wanted to go home! I know, it's an incredibly LAME excuse. However that's what I was thinking at the time. Oh well, may be next time, we can still insure the car for three months...
posted by Turnoc's Lady @ 11:47 PM,
,
Warning! Spiritual content!
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
My cousin sent this story to me:
She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?"
The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it."
Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?"
The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university."
Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. "Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked.
Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.
The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. "I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could."
Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car.
The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room.
She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.
It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:
"Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say "I Love You". I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? nbsp; I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'Where was He when I needed him ?' "God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children. Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?
Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.
posted by Turnoc's Lady @ 1:05 AM,
,
Lots of really fun stuff...or not.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
I finally had more then two cadets show up for band practise to night. Went to the gym on Tuesday and I'm taking John with me tomorrow! I finally get to go back to Kris and Jackie's on Saturdays again!! I'm also going to North Van really early Sunday morning with our range team for a shooting competition. That's about all for now!
posted by Turnoc's Lady @ 11:55 PM,
,
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
My cousin sent this story to me:
She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?"
The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it."
Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?"
The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university."
Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. "Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked.
Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.
The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. "I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could."
Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car.
The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room.
She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.
It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:
"Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say "I Love You". I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? nbsp; I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'Where was He when I needed him ?' "God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children. Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?
Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.
posted by Turnoc's Lady @ 1:05 AM,
,
Lots of really fun stuff...or not.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
I finally had more then two cadets show up for band practise to night. Went to the gym on Tuesday and I'm taking John with me tomorrow! I finally get to go back to Kris and Jackie's on Saturdays again!! I'm also going to North Van really early Sunday morning with our range team for a shooting competition. That's about all for now!
posted by Turnoc's Lady @ 11:55 PM,
,
Thursday, May 10, 2007
I finally had more then two cadets show up for band practise to night. Went to the gym on Tuesday and I'm taking John with me tomorrow! I finally get to go back to Kris and Jackie's on Saturdays again!! I'm also going to North Van really early Sunday morning with our range team for a shooting competition. That's about all for now!
posted by Turnoc's Lady @ 11:55 PM,
,