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Using the Chat Room
I had a great chat with someone from another group altogether. It was refreshing to have that. EONS should offer that in every room. Thank goodness Gary can offer that in all the rooms he does.
WET PANTS
Come with me to a third grade classroom.....
There is a nine-year-old kid sitting at his desk and all of a sudden, there is a puddle between his feet and the front of his pants are wet. He thinks his heart is going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine how this has happened. It's never happened before, and he knows that when the boys find out he will never hear the end of it. When the girls find out, they'll never speak to him again as long as he lives.
The boy puts his head down and prays, "Dear God, this is an emergency! I need help now! Five minutes from now I'm dead meat!"
He looks up from his prayer and here comes the teacher with a look in her eyes that says he has been discovered. Walking in front of the teacher, a classmate named Susie is carrying a goldfish bowl that is filled with water. Susie inexplicably trips and dumps the bowl of water in the boy's lap.
The boy pretends to be angry, but all the while is saying to himself, "Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!"
Now all of a sudden, instead of being the object of ridicule, the boy is the object of sympathy.
The teacher rushes him downstairs and gives him gym shorts to put on while his pants dry out. All the other children are on their hands and knees cleaning up around his desk. The sympathy is wonderful. But as life would have it, the ridicule that should have been his has been transferred to someone else -- Susie.
She tries to help, but the other kids tell her "Get out! You've done enough, you klutz!"
Finally, at the end of the day, as they are waiting for the bus, the boy walks over to Susie and whispers, "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
Susie whispers back, "I wet my pants once too."
Moral of the story? You guessed it! That's what friends are all about.
There is a nine-year-old kid sitting at his desk and all of a sudden, there is a puddle between his feet and the front of his pants are wet. He thinks his heart is going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine how this has happened. It's never happened before, and he knows that when the boys find out he will never hear the end of it. When the girls find out, they'll never speak to him again as long as he lives.
The boy puts his head down and prays, "Dear God, this is an emergency! I need help now! Five minutes from now I'm dead meat!"
He looks up from his prayer and here comes the teacher with a look in her eyes that says he has been discovered. Walking in front of the teacher, a classmate named Susie is carrying a goldfish bowl that is filled with water. Susie inexplicably trips and dumps the bowl of water in the boy's lap.
The boy pretends to be angry, but all the while is saying to himself, "Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!"
Now all of a sudden, instead of being the object of ridicule, the boy is the object of sympathy.
The teacher rushes him downstairs and gives him gym shorts to put on while his pants dry out. All the other children are on their hands and knees cleaning up around his desk. The sympathy is wonderful. But as life would have it, the ridicule that should have been his has been transferred to someone else -- Susie.
She tries to help, but the other kids tell her "Get out! You've done enough, you klutz!"
Finally, at the end of the day, as they are waiting for the bus, the boy walks over to Susie and whispers, "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
Susie whispers back, "I wet my pants once too."
Moral of the story? You guessed it! That's what friends are all about.
sugar water
The second song on my music selection down on the bottom right side of my profile is really good. Check it out--it's by Cibo Mato
Directions
Has anyone out there tried to give directions to someone not familiar with the territory? Especially when you live in the middle of nowhere? lol
Poor Fed-ex man...
The dis-located e-mom
Poor Fed-ex man...
The dis-located e-mom
