'When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.'Rebecca- age 8
'When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.'Billy - age
'Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.'Karl - age 5
'Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.'Chrissy - age 6
'Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.'Terri - age 4
'Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.'Danny - age 7
'Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss'Emily - age 8'
Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.'Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)
'If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,'Nikka - age 6(we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)
'Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.'Noelle - age 7
'Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.'Tommy - age 6
'During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore.'Cindy - age 8
'My mommy loves me more than anybodyYou don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.'Clare - age 6
'Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.'Elaine-age 5'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.'Chris - age 7'
Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.'Mary Ann - age 4
'I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.'Lauren - age 4
'When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.' (what an image)Karen - age 7
'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross.'Mark - age 6
'You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.'Jessica - age 8
And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said,'Nothing, I just helped him cry'
WOW.
31.5.08
21.5.08
Amazing....
Hope it brings as big of a smile to your face as it did mine....
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080521/ap_on_fe_st/odd_japan_parrot_returns
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080521/ap_on_fe_st/odd_japan_parrot_returns
20.5.08
Don't call it a comeback.....
I went 2 for 2 yesterday...not a bad game for me considering how pathetic I've played last two times on the softball diamond. BUT........ the mercy rule went into effect after the fifth inning...we were down by more than 10 runs and well that was all she wrote!
Both my hits were singles and I didn't get any support from the hitters behind me and was LOB (left on base) as each inning ended.
The other team cranked two HR (home runs) over the fence. 285 yards was posted on the fence in dead center but this one dude hit it over by a mile...well it seemed like a mile. I couldn't tell where it landed as the thick brush obstructed my view for the first HR. For the second, as soon as it left his bat I didn't even move....I watched as it travelled 20 feet above my head....not even worth looking to see where it landed. And that look on my face said it all.
Man do I hate losing. I A-B-S-O-L-T-E-L-Y H-A-T-E I-T
Next week we are off for Memorial Day, but come June 2 I will be ready for a new beginning!
Both my hits were singles and I didn't get any support from the hitters behind me and was LOB (left on base) as each inning ended.
The other team cranked two HR (home runs) over the fence. 285 yards was posted on the fence in dead center but this one dude hit it over by a mile...well it seemed like a mile. I couldn't tell where it landed as the thick brush obstructed my view for the first HR. For the second, as soon as it left his bat I didn't even move....I watched as it travelled 20 feet above my head....not even worth looking to see where it landed. And that look on my face said it all.
Man do I hate losing. I A-B-S-O-L-T-E-L-Y H-A-T-E I-T
Next week we are off for Memorial Day, but come June 2 I will be ready for a new beginning!
14.5.08
I bat 0 for 3 and we're 0 and 2
We lost again Monday night....and of course I did nothing to help my team. We'll I can't say nothing....I have a great catch that the circling wind took on a journey before it found the bottom of my glove! I had to show off my 15" vertical leaping ability by jumping to catch it before it quicly floated over my head. But my hitting, I continue to lead my team in strike outs, with two that night. One on a foul ball after the second strike and one swinging wildly before the ball even made it home plate....there was one strike I watched float by thinking I won't see another perfect pitch to hit like that one tonight. RATS!!! What is going on with me??!?!? I am officially in a hitting slump. Two strike outs in one game, I can go whole season without striking out. I guess I will be hitting the batting cages this weekend. On by second at bat, I took 3 straight balls and got the BB. Yeah it's three because in this league everyone starts with a count of 1 ball and 1 strike before they even get up to the plate. And also in this league, there is an additional outfielder allowed. That makes for 11 players in the field...they say the game moves faster....but I don't like either of these modifications one bit! I grew up playing baseball and moved to softball as I starting playing against other adults...and am used to their rules and flow of the game. My strong points include being able to place the ball anywhere on the field when I hit and track the ball down when playing the outfield. Lately though, my hitting confidence has been shaken and I let the pitcher shake me after I get behind in the count....it doesn't help that the opposing bench tends to get under my skin rather quickly. I actually invited one of their dugout teammates to join me in the batter's box on Monday so I could hear clearly the trash he was spewing from his mouth....he "politely" declined. ;-) I have to play it cool and let my playing do all my talking. We'll see on Monday if I come out swinging and can take one over the fence! I will let you know.....
7.5.08
Happy 18th, J!!!
The "baby" of the family is 18 today! WOW! I wonder what he and his crazy friends have planned for tonight. Yeah, tonight Wednesday. That kid never misses an opportunity to party! And he deserves it. He studies hard (well as hard a spoiled rotten teenager does) and works even harder. He has a great head on his shoulders and luckily doesn't get into any trouble....he knows I would take him to jail for even the most minor thing! Lucky for him I won't be on police duty tonight and hopefully he won't have to start dropping names and get me called into the captain's office! ;-)
I remember the night he was born...it seems just like yesterday! The next day I had a 35 page term paper due in American History. I was in the 11th grade...wow it sure has been a long time. In the weeks prior to the paper being due, the teacher repeatedly stated that under no circumstances would late papers be accepted. But the night before it was due, my whole family was at the hospital with Mom, welcoming the latest addition to our family into the world! I didn't have time to finish the paper....yes I waited until the last second to wrap it up...I just had a few pages and the bibliography left to complete....Shoot me! At class the next day we had to go up one at a time to turn in our paper...when my name was called I told her I didn't have it finished. It was if the Earth had came to a screeching halt! I was told to see her after class. I was in BIG TROUBLE! She started off by telling me I received a zero and the paper was worth 35% of the class grade. That meant that my A- was automatically an "E"...failure. I was terrified as in the US the 11th grade grades are the most important set of grades universities look at when they decide whether to accept an applicant. I saw my future quickly evaporate. After I explained to her what had happened and showed her the 33 pages I had completed, she was ok with me turning in the remainder the next day. I lucked out big time!
So J-lo(as I like to call him), as you turn 18, I don't want to give you any wise advice...you'd probably give me that glaring stare or probably just ignore me anyways. I think though some of my words get through to you...or at least I hope so! Of course we have our discussions as I like to call them, we sometimes cheer for opposing sport teams, sometimes I kick your @$$ at H-O-R-S-E and sometimes we get upset with one another and play that silly silent treatment game for a few days, but deep down we both know that we can pick up the phone at any time and know that someone who genuinely cares will pick up the other end. I know that no matter what and wherever we are, we will always be there for one another. And I know that although many years separate us, we are great friends and will always be. Happy Birthday Bro!
I remember the night he was born...it seems just like yesterday! The next day I had a 35 page term paper due in American History. I was in the 11th grade...wow it sure has been a long time. In the weeks prior to the paper being due, the teacher repeatedly stated that under no circumstances would late papers be accepted. But the night before it was due, my whole family was at the hospital with Mom, welcoming the latest addition to our family into the world! I didn't have time to finish the paper....yes I waited until the last second to wrap it up...I just had a few pages and the bibliography left to complete....Shoot me! At class the next day we had to go up one at a time to turn in our paper...when my name was called I told her I didn't have it finished. It was if the Earth had came to a screeching halt! I was told to see her after class. I was in BIG TROUBLE! She started off by telling me I received a zero and the paper was worth 35% of the class grade. That meant that my A- was automatically an "E"...failure. I was terrified as in the US the 11th grade grades are the most important set of grades universities look at when they decide whether to accept an applicant. I saw my future quickly evaporate. After I explained to her what had happened and showed her the 33 pages I had completed, she was ok with me turning in the remainder the next day. I lucked out big time!
So J-lo(as I like to call him), as you turn 18, I don't want to give you any wise advice...you'd probably give me that glaring stare or probably just ignore me anyways. I think though some of my words get through to you...or at least I hope so! Of course we have our discussions as I like to call them, we sometimes cheer for opposing sport teams, sometimes I kick your @$$ at H-O-R-S-E and sometimes we get upset with one another and play that silly silent treatment game for a few days, but deep down we both know that we can pick up the phone at any time and know that someone who genuinely cares will pick up the other end. I know that no matter what and wherever we are, we will always be there for one another. And I know that although many years separate us, we are great friends and will always be. Happy Birthday Bro!
6.5.08
0 for 3 and We're 0-1
Our first softball game was last night...went into extra innings...well, just one extra inning, but the sun was coming down quickly.
I batted horrible, and so unlike me. I guess I must go to the batting cages this week. I had 1 SO (strike out), 1 FO (Fly Out), and 1 FC (fielder's choice) to end the 5th inning. Pathetic. But I did have a MARVELOUS catch that I tracked down like a cheetah running down it's prey. It was simply, amazing. The other team even congratulated me on it! But my efforts with the glove were not enough to push our team to victory as we fell to a record of 0-1, with the score ending up 11-10. We just didn't capitalize on our MANY opportunities. Bone-headed base running, and walking 3 straight batters.
Next Monday we'll come out and redeem ourselves. I am wearing eye-black for extra toughness!
I batted horrible, and so unlike me. I guess I must go to the batting cages this week. I had 1 SO (strike out), 1 FO (Fly Out), and 1 FC (fielder's choice) to end the 5th inning. Pathetic. But I did have a MARVELOUS catch that I tracked down like a cheetah running down it's prey. It was simply, amazing. The other team even congratulated me on it! But my efforts with the glove were not enough to push our team to victory as we fell to a record of 0-1, with the score ending up 11-10. We just didn't capitalize on our MANY opportunities. Bone-headed base running, and walking 3 straight batters.
Next Monday we'll come out and redeem ourselves. I am wearing eye-black for extra toughness!
5.5.08
HE ASKED, SHE SAID.............
YES
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J.R. figured his prom proposal had to be one-of-a-kind if it would have any chance of being accepted.
But the high school senior never imagined it would result in a suspension for himself and 12 of his varsity lacrosse teammates, whom he recruited to help spell out the message at a school soccer match via their derrieres.
The players displayed the question, "Will You Go To The Prom With Me? Yes or No?" on their posteriors while mooning the senior gal at her game.
She said yes. If I were her parents, there is no way I would let her go with him. I don't care how nice of kid he is.
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My little brother, although not as, shall I say, dumb...kindly requested that the athletic director ask his potential date via the the stadium public address system if she'd like to go to the prom with him....in the middle of her lacrosse match. He was standing behind her with flowers. Talk about confidence! And he's just 17! (Note to self, I need him to give me a few pointers). I am happy to state that his proposal didn't make the front page of the newspaper (like the other kid's story) or result in a suspension. BTW, she said yes, but he knew that all along. I mean imagine the fallout that would have come from that had she said, "Um...I am already going with *****" or "NO!". When you got it, you got it! You go with your bad self, J.
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Now comes the more scary part. My brother has been asking me about helicopter rentals and if I knew any one. Yeah, a helicopter!!! He states that concocted the crazy idea a few months ago. He was thinking that if he was going to the prom, he wanted to make it memorable and he didn't want to just rent a limousine or borrow a friends convertible....he wanted to arrive at the country club in a helicopter! Yes, he is nuts. But you have to admit that is classic. No one will ever forget that.
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Now I've been critical of those weddings in Amman that seem SO over the top, but these HIGH SCHOOL proms are getting to be just like those. What ever happened to getting her a corsage, going out to dinner, and dancing the night away!
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J.R. figured his prom proposal had to be one-of-a-kind if it would have any chance of being accepted.
But the high school senior never imagined it would result in a suspension for himself and 12 of his varsity lacrosse teammates, whom he recruited to help spell out the message at a school soccer match via their derrieres.
The players displayed the question, "Will You Go To The Prom With Me? Yes or No?" on their posteriors while mooning the senior gal at her game.
She said yes. If I were her parents, there is no way I would let her go with him. I don't care how nice of kid he is.
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My little brother, although not as, shall I say, dumb...kindly requested that the athletic director ask his potential date via the the stadium public address system if she'd like to go to the prom with him....in the middle of her lacrosse match. He was standing behind her with flowers. Talk about confidence! And he's just 17! (Note to self, I need him to give me a few pointers). I am happy to state that his proposal didn't make the front page of the newspaper (like the other kid's story) or result in a suspension. BTW, she said yes, but he knew that all along. I mean imagine the fallout that would have come from that had she said, "Um...I am already going with *****" or "NO!". When you got it, you got it! You go with your bad self, J.
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Now comes the more scary part. My brother has been asking me about helicopter rentals and if I knew any one. Yeah, a helicopter!!! He states that concocted the crazy idea a few months ago. He was thinking that if he was going to the prom, he wanted to make it memorable and he didn't want to just rent a limousine or borrow a friends convertible....he wanted to arrive at the country club in a helicopter! Yes, he is nuts. But you have to admit that is classic. No one will ever forget that.
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Now I've been critical of those weddings in Amman that seem SO over the top, but these HIGH SCHOOL proms are getting to be just like those. What ever happened to getting her a corsage, going out to dinner, and dancing the night away!
2.5.08
1.5.08
I Bleed Maize and Blue!
Great Job Coach J. Me and Jlo are proud of you. You went out and got us two great QB's for the 2008 recruiting class and Sam McGuffie wouldn't have come without you staying on to coach him. Hopefully I will see you in a few weeks and we'll get to chat about these new developments! Do I smell National Championships!?!?!?!
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