Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
Friday, October 26, 2012
Being Good
Being a good person is like being a pumpkin. God lifts you up, takes you in, and washes all the dirt off of you. He opens you up, touches you deep inside and scoops out all of the yucky stuff -- including the seeds of doubt, hate, greed, etc. Then He carves you a bright new smiling face and puts His light inside of you to shine for all the world to see.
Source: Internet
Source: Internet
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Grandma's Apron
I don't think our children know what an apron is.
The principal use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath because she only had a few. It was also because it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and aprons used less material. But along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven. It was wonderful for drying children's tears, and on occasion and it was even used for cleaning out dirty ears.
From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven.
When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids.. And when the weather was cold Grandma wrapped it around her arms. Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove. Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron.
From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls. In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees. When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.
When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men folk knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner.
It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that 'old-time apron' that served so many purposes.
Source: Internet
The principal use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath because she only had a few. It was also because it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and aprons used less material. But along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven. It was wonderful for drying children's tears, and on occasion and it was even used for cleaning out dirty ears.
From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven.
When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids.. And when the weather was cold Grandma wrapped it around her arms. Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove. Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron.
From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls. In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees. When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.
When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men folk knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner.
It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that 'old-time apron' that served so many purposes.
Source: Internet
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Another Chance
If we might have a second chance
to live the days once more,
and rectify mistakes we've made
to even up the score.
If we might have a second chance
to use our knowledge gained,
perhaps we might become at least
as fine as God ordained.
But we can't retrace our steps,
however stands the score.
Tomorrow brings another chance
for us to try once more.
Author Unknown
Source: Internet
to live the days once more,
and rectify mistakes we've made
to even up the score.
If we might have a second chance
to use our knowledge gained,
perhaps we might become at least
as fine as God ordained.
But we can't retrace our steps,
however stands the score.
Tomorrow brings another chance
for us to try once more.
Author Unknown
Source: Internet
Some Southern Expressions
“You think I don’t have culture just because I’m from down in Georgia. Believe me, we’ve got culture there. We’ve always had sushi. We just called it bait.” ~Ben “Cooter” Jones
"I'm so happy, I'm tickled pink."
“Who’s pluckin’ this chicken, you or me?”.
Bless your heart CAN be a good thing
How Southern are you? Take this test to find out.
I have a test for you. Do you know the meanings of the following words?
Cattywampus: A. Broken B. Askew C. Literally
Darn Tootin: A. Correct B. Aggravating C. Impossible
Fit as a Fiddle: A. Overweight B. Shapely C. Good Shape
Bowed Up: A. In a Knot B. Ill-humored C. Humorous
Hankering: A. Desire B. Habit C. Toothache
Lickety Split: A. Fencing B. Tongue Suppressor C. Quick
Over Yonder: A. Over the moon B. Over the top C. Over there
Answers: B, A, C, B, A, C, C
Now, just how much did you know about Southern Colloquialisms? Even if you are not a “from here”, but a “come here”, if you’ve been down here long enough, these words may be a part of your new southern lingo. If not, but you want to visit us, study your Southern Dictionary and come on down, ya’ll! If you’re lucky, someone may offer you some collards or turnip salad cooked with fatback. Just don’t forget to tell them to include some of the pot liquor! Umm…Umm Good!
He has enough money to burn a wet mule. (origin 1800's). Somebody with a lot of disposable income.
The wood on that tree is doted. (pronounced "dote-ed") A rural expression for half-rotted wood.
That is to much pumpkin for a nickel. Meaning it's more trouble then it's worth.
If ifs' and buts' were candy and nuts, everyday would be Christmas - A fellow with too many excuses. Related to "If wishes were horses, beggars would ride"
Forty going north - To do something with great gusto and enthusiasm. - Origin is 19th century, but unknown source.
Root hog or die - This means that we all must work hard to survive - Origin 19th century but unknown.
Mommas baby - Daddy's, maybe - In genealogy, tracking bloodlines through the father is certain to go wrong.
He looks like he's been rode hard and put up wet - Referring to a horse that has foundered by not being properly cooled-off after riding, a lame person.
Useless as teats on a boar pig - A reference to a bad worker.
Even a blind hog finds a nut every now and then - similar to the Yankee saying "even a stopped click is right twice a day".
That dog will hunt - A method that will be successful.
Never take a wooden nickel - A type of "goodbye", reminding people to be careful with Yankees.
Nobody will ever notice it on a galloping horse - Don't be too self-conscious about your appearance.
He's as poor as Job's turkey - Origin unknown.
A pullet can't roost too high for an owl.
All the buzzards will come to the mule's funeral.
Never shake hands with a crawfish.
Satan ain't so scared of long sermons.
The mule that chews up his own collar is fixing for a sore shoulder.
Don't fling away the empty wallet.
A sharp axe is better than big muscle.
Setting hens don't hanker after fresh eggs.
The mosquito says grace too loud for his own good before getting ready to eat.
Those who know too much sleep under the hopper.
You can't tell much about a chicken pie until you get through the crust.
Watch out when you're getting all you want. Fattened hogs ain't in luck.
Pigs don't know what a pen's for.
The angleworms aren't anxious for the fish to bite.
Don't blame the cow when the milk gets sour.
You can hide the fire, but what'll you do with the smoke?
Loading a wagon with hay ain't the quickest way to get religion.
A mule can be tame at one end and wild at the other.
Rheumatism and happiness both get bigger if you keep telling folks about them.
A pig has enough arithmetic to take the shortest cut through a thicket.
Stump water won't cure the gripes.
The rabbit thinks experience costs too much if you get it from a trap.
A crooked cornstalk can still have a straight ear.
Don't take too big a start to jump a ditch.
What you can learn by boxing with a left-hander costs more than it's worth.
You'll lose your grip if you put too much spit on your hands.
The north wind knows all the cracks in the house.
The otter would have more peace if his clothes weren't so fine.
Don't try to rake up the family secrets of every sausage you eat.
The partridge that makes a nest in a wheat field won't be pestered by her children.
A rabbit knows a fox track same as a hound does.
Folks on the rich bottom land stop bragging when the river rises.
When it takes half a hoecake to catch a catfish, let him alone.
A crow is a first-rate hand to thin corn.
Never climb an oak tree after chinkapins.
Satan loads his cannons with big watermelons.
If you buy a rainbow, don't pay cash for it.
Always drink pure water. Many get drunk from breaking this rule.
The hawk would like to get a job in the chicken yard keeping away the minks.
There's not much difference between a Hornet and a Yellow Jacket if they're in your clothes.
The cotton patch doesn't care which way you vote.
It doesn't take a prophet to predict bad luck.
A sore back mule is a poor hand at guessing the weight of a sack of meal.
Someone who pets a live catfish isn't crowded with brains.
A bull without horns can still do some right sharp pushing.
It's easy to get off a bucking mule.
The rabbit is too honest to steal grapes, and the fox is too honest to steal cabbage.
You might as well die with the chills as with the fever.
You can sow in my field, but the crop will come up in yours, and you won't know how it got there.
What you don't have in your head, you have to have in your feet.
Better gravy than no grease at all.
Lazy folks' stomachs don't get tired.
Save the pacing mare for Sunday.
It don't rain every time the pig squeals.
Crow and corn can't grow in the same field.
Rails split before breakfast will season the dinner.
The jay-bird doesn't rob his own nest.
Meat fried before day won't last until night.
A blind horse doesn't fall when he follows the bit.
A blacksnake knows the way to the hen's nest.
If you have to eat dirt, eat clean dirt.
The terrapin walks fast enough to go visiting.
Corn makes more at the mill than it does in the crib.
Good Luck says, "Open your mouth and shut your eyes."
The rooster makes more racket than the hen that laid the egg.
A one-eyed mule can't be handled on the blind side.
Liquor talks mighty loud when it gets loose from the jug.
Tomorrow may be the carriage-driver's day for ploughing.
Between the bug and the bee martin, it ain't hard to tell which will get caught.
Trouble is seasoning. 'Simmons ain't good until they're frost-bitten.
A full purse ain't half as good as an empty one is bad.
Soft ground tells a heap of tales.
Don't trade off a coonskin before you catch the coon.
Don't spoil Saturday night by counting the time to Monday morning.
A good farmer stays acquainted with daybreak.
Never trust a man too far who stays mad through Christmas week.
The mule doesn't pull so well with a mortgage on his back.
Crabgrass lines the path to the poorhouse.
Ground sparrows see the snowstorm way off yonder.
A hole in your britches lets in a heap of uneasiness.
Grubbing roots softens a straw bed.
The distance to the next milepost depends on the mud in the road.
Turnip tops don't tell you the size of the turnips.
An old sow knows enough about figures to count her pigs.
A sleepy fisherman totes a light load home.
The devil has no particular objection to Christmas.
The bullfrog never makes a mistake when he starts singing.
Trying to understand some folks is like guessing at the direction of a rat hole underground.
Some people's honesty is regulated by the spunk of the yard-dog.
The Black Gum laughs at the Red Oak when the woodcutter comes around.
You can't hurry up good times by waiting for them.
Many good cotton stalks get chopped up by associating with weeds.
Tomorrow's ash-cake is better than last Sunday's pudding.
The man that always takes the shortest road to a dollar generally takes the longest road away from it.
All of the justice in the world isn't fastened up in the courthouse.
A blind mule ain't afraid of darkness.
The dinner bell's always in tune.
Who licked the red off your candy?
The woodpile doesn't grow much on frosty nights.
I love you as much as the cat loves the cream jar?
Some smart folks can't tell a rotten rail without sitting on it.
You can't make a silk purse out of a sows ear - You cannot change the fundamental nature of things, so matter how hard you try.
He's two bricks short of a load - Someone with a mental deficiency, dropped on their head as a baby.
Marry in haste, repent in leisure - From William Congreve in his comedy of manners The Old Batchelour, 1693: "Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure: Married in haste, we may repent at leisure."
Tell the Truth and Shame the Devil - Stop lying
Food that tastes so good that if you put it on top of your head your tongue'd slap your brains out tryin' to get it.
Don't nothing hurt a duck but his bib - Origin unknown.
You can't hold water - You can't can't keep a secret
I'm going to talk to a man about a cow - When you got business to take care of.
She looks like she's been beaten with a bag of nickels - Similar to "she was beaten by the ugly stick".
A hard head makes a soft behind -Being stubborn can result in punishment.
A guilty dog barks the loudest - A dishonest man will be the first to tell you how honest he is.
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride - Poor folks dream, rich folks do.
If I put his brain in a nat's butt, it would fly backwards - A really stupid person.
Wish in one hand and spit in the other and see which one fills up first -
I would not trust him in a sh**house with a muzzle - Someone that you cannot trust.
If you can't race it or take it to bed, you don't need it
Ate that chicken til it was slick as a ribbon.
A wink is as good as a nod, to a blind horse.
Barefooted as a yard dog.
Better than a sharp stick in the eye.
Birds of a feather flock together.
Bleedin' like a stuck pig.
Busy as a one armed paper hanger.
Butter my butt and call me a biscuit! (term of amazement)
Cold as a frog's behind.
Cold as a banker's heart.
Colder than a mother-in-laws love.
Colder than a well digger's destination.
Clean as a hound's tooth.
Could go bear huntin' with a switch.
Craw fishin' (going back on something like your word).
Crooked as a barrel full of fish hooks.
Cute as a toe sack full of puppies.
Dark as the inside of a cow.
Deader'n a doornail.
Didn't have sense enough to pound sand into a rat hole.
Don't flog (or beat) a dead horse.
Don't get your cows runnin.
Don't monkey with that.
Eatin' the gospel bird (that's chicken, since the preacher always seemed to show up when there was fried chicken for dinner.
'et up with.
Empty as a winter rain barrel.
Everything's chicken but the bill.
Fast as all get out.
Fine as a frog's hair split up the middle and tied at both ends.
Flat as a flitter.
From now until Gabriel blows his horn
Gee willikers.
Getting too big for his britches.
Going at it like killing snakes. (Doing something with more vigor and enthusiasm than the task requires.)
Gooder'n snuff.
Green as a gourd.
Happier than a dead pig in the sunshine.
Happier than a pig in slop.
He ain't got the sense he was born with.
He hasn't hit a lick with a snake. (He hasn't worked in a while.)
He moves like the lice is fallin' off him.
He put the "e" in ignorant ig-nernt. Submitted by novasy.
He talks like he's got a mouthful of mush.
He thinks he's the best thing since sliced bread.
He's cooler than the other side of the pillow. dannye
He's all hat and no cattle.
He's got a tough row to hoe.
He was moving so slow, dead flies wouldn't fall off 'im.
Hells' bells.
Highfalutin'.
High muckety-mucks.
Hotter than a June bride.
Hotter than a $2 pistol.
I ain't got no dog in that fight.
I didn't just fall off the turnip truck.
I didn't take her to raise. (I'm not responsible for her)
I don't know her from Adam's house cat.
I feel like a banjo. Everybody's picking on me.
I feel like the underside of a turnip green. (I feel sick or low and green.)
I feel lower than a snake in snowshoes.
I suwanne. (I swear.)
I spoke to her and she didn't say pea turkey squat.
I was as surprised as if a sheep had bit me.
I went to the barber and got my ears lowered.
I wouldn't give you air if you were in a jug.
I wouldn't p*** on him if he was on fire.
I'd have to feel better to die.
I'll do that directly.
I'll get all over you like white on rice.
I'll knock you into next week.
I'm feelin' lower than a a snake's belly in a mud rut.
I'm gonna jerk you through a knot.
I'm gonna slap you so hard when you quit rollin' your clothes'll be outta style.
I'm so busy, I don't have time to cuss the cat.
In a minute.
If she had one more wrinkle , she could screw her hat on.
If you don't do that, I'll be all over you like stink on a skunk.
If it'd been a snake it would have bit you.
If you lie down with dogs, you'll get up with fleas.
Is it any 'count? (is it any good?) Submitted by novasy.
It was so good it would have brought tears to a glass eye.
It's been so long since the last rain I had to blow dust out of the rain gauge.
It's comin' up a bad cloud.
It's more than I can say grace over.
It's not too pretty for nice, but it's great for good.
It's pourin' down bullfrogs.
Jumpy as a long tailed cat in a room full of rockin' chairs.
Live and learn, die and know it all.
Like tryin' to poke a cat out from under the porch with a rope.
Livin' high on the hog.
Loosing my religion.
Mad as a mule chewing on bumblebees.
Madder than a wet hen.
Make hay while the sun shines.
My mouth is dry enough to spin cotton.
My stars and garters.
Older than dirt.
One of 'em will lie and the other one'll swear to it.
Petered out.
Pipe down.
Plumb tickled to death.
Pulled too green.
Put on the dog.
Right as rain.
Rode hard and put up wet.
Runnin' like the house is afire.
Running around like a chicken with its head cut off.
Scarce as deviled eggs after a church picnic.
Scarcer than hen's teeth
She's a caution.(She's a trip or she's unusual).
She's so poor she ain't got two nickels to rub together.
She was cryin' and slingin' snot.
Slicker than snot.
Slower than molasses trying to run uphill in January.
Snake-bit.
Snatch the taste right out of her mouth.
So dry, the trees are bribing the dogs.
So surprised you coulda knocked his eyes off with a stick.
Squirmin' like a worm in hot ashes.
Staggerin' around like a blind horse in a punkin patch.
Stout as a mule.
Straight as a string.
Sunday-go-t'meetin' clothes.
Sure as a cat's got climbing gear. Submitted by Slidewell.
Tall enough to go duck huntin' with a rake.
Tender as a judge's heart.
That dog won't hunt.
That kid ain't knee-high to a duck.
That truck couldn't pull a fat baby off a tricycle.
That's a fine how d'ya do.
That's as good as a cold collard sandwich.
That's not big enough to cuss the cat in.
Thick as flies on a dog's back.
Thicker than fiddlers in hell.
Tight as Dick's hatband.
Useless as teats on a boarhog.
Walkin' like he's rakin' up shucks.
We didn't have crowded to swing a cat.
Weak as dishwater.
Well, shut my mouth.
We've howdied, but not met.
What ever blows your dress up.
You can't beat that with a stick.
You can't judge the depth of a well by the handle of the pump.
You have a hollow leg.
You lie like a dirty cur dog.
You're going to wool that baby to death." (to wool = to cuddle or love on excessively) Submitted by novasy.
You scared the livin' daylights out of me.
Colorful Insults
He's dumb as a sack full of hammers.
He looks like he got beat with an ugly stick.
He was so buck toothed he could eat an apple through a picket fence.
He's about half a bubble off plumb.
He's as ugly as homemade lye soap.
He's got the personality of a dishrag.
He's so low down he could crawl under a snake's belly.
I wonder what she would charge to haunt a house.
If you had bird brains you'd fly backwards.
She had a face as ugly as a stack of black cats with their tails cut off.
She had a face so ugly she wore out two bodies.
She's as ugly as a mud fence daubed with tadpoles.
She's so ugly she could scare the bulldog off a meat truck.
She's so ugly they had to tie a pork chop around her neck to get the dog to play with her.
She's three pickles shy of a quart.
She's ugly enough to stop an eight day clock.
That face might not stop a clock, but it'd sure raise Cain with watches.
You look like something the cat dragged in.
You're not worth the powder and shot it'd take to blow you to kingdom come.
You're so dumb if they put your brain on the head of a pin it would roll around like a BB on a six-lane highway.
Compliments
Cute as a bug's ear.
He's handier than a pocket on a shirt.
He's as fast as greased lightening.
I wouldn't trade you for a farm in Georgia.
She's as purty as a speckled pup under a red wagon.
She's as purty as a spotted horse in a daisy pasture.
Sure as the vine twines 'round the stump, you are my darlin' sugar lump.
Things Only a True Southerner Knows
The difference between a hissie fit and a conniption fit.
Pretty much how many fish make up a mess.
What general direction cattywumpus is
How long "directly" is---As in "Going to town, be back directly."
That "gimme sugar" don't mean pass the sugar.
When "by and by" is
How to handle their "pot likker" --It's the liquid greens, for example collards, are cooked in. Scheherazades
The best gesture of solace for a neighbor who's got trouble is a plate of cold tater salad.
The difference between "pert' near" and "a right far piece."
The differences between a redneck, a good ol' boy, and po' white trash.
Never to go snipe hunting twice.
You plant a tater, you get a tater
You can't unsay a cruel word
Don't sell your mule to buy a plow
That's how the cow ate the cabbage
He couldn't hit the broad side of a barn
She's about as useful as buttons on a dishrag
He runs just like a candle
She slapped him like a red-headed stepchild
He was the turd in the punchbowl
You can catch more files with honey than with vinegar
He's steal the bridle off a nightmare
Dumber than a road lizard
He's nuttier than a squirrel turd
Good fences make good neighbors
She could eat an apple through a picket fence
He's tougher than a two dollar steak
He's as mad as a wet hen
Sober as a judge
That's as scarce as hen's teeth
That ain't worth the powder to blow it to hell
That's finer than frog's hair
"He's got molasses in his britches" - means you're lazy
Source: Internet
"I'm so happy, I'm tickled pink."
“Who’s pluckin’ this chicken, you or me?”.
Bless your heart CAN be a good thing
How Southern are you? Take this test to find out.
I have a test for you. Do you know the meanings of the following words?
Cattywampus: A. Broken B. Askew C. Literally
Darn Tootin: A. Correct B. Aggravating C. Impossible
Fit as a Fiddle: A. Overweight B. Shapely C. Good Shape
Bowed Up: A. In a Knot B. Ill-humored C. Humorous
Hankering: A. Desire B. Habit C. Toothache
Lickety Split: A. Fencing B. Tongue Suppressor C. Quick
Over Yonder: A. Over the moon B. Over the top C. Over there
Answers: B, A, C, B, A, C, C
Now, just how much did you know about Southern Colloquialisms? Even if you are not a “from here”, but a “come here”, if you’ve been down here long enough, these words may be a part of your new southern lingo. If not, but you want to visit us, study your Southern Dictionary and come on down, ya’ll! If you’re lucky, someone may offer you some collards or turnip salad cooked with fatback. Just don’t forget to tell them to include some of the pot liquor! Umm…Umm Good!
He has enough money to burn a wet mule. (origin 1800's). Somebody with a lot of disposable income.
The wood on that tree is doted. (pronounced "dote-ed") A rural expression for half-rotted wood.
That is to much pumpkin for a nickel. Meaning it's more trouble then it's worth.
If ifs' and buts' were candy and nuts, everyday would be Christmas - A fellow with too many excuses. Related to "If wishes were horses, beggars would ride"
Forty going north - To do something with great gusto and enthusiasm. - Origin is 19th century, but unknown source.
Root hog or die - This means that we all must work hard to survive - Origin 19th century but unknown.
Mommas baby - Daddy's, maybe - In genealogy, tracking bloodlines through the father is certain to go wrong.
He looks like he's been rode hard and put up wet - Referring to a horse that has foundered by not being properly cooled-off after riding, a lame person.
Useless as teats on a boar pig - A reference to a bad worker.
Even a blind hog finds a nut every now and then - similar to the Yankee saying "even a stopped click is right twice a day".
That dog will hunt - A method that will be successful.
Never take a wooden nickel - A type of "goodbye", reminding people to be careful with Yankees.
Nobody will ever notice it on a galloping horse - Don't be too self-conscious about your appearance.
He's as poor as Job's turkey - Origin unknown.
A pullet can't roost too high for an owl.
All the buzzards will come to the mule's funeral.
Never shake hands with a crawfish.
Satan ain't so scared of long sermons.
The mule that chews up his own collar is fixing for a sore shoulder.
Don't fling away the empty wallet.
A sharp axe is better than big muscle.
Setting hens don't hanker after fresh eggs.
The mosquito says grace too loud for his own good before getting ready to eat.
Those who know too much sleep under the hopper.
You can't tell much about a chicken pie until you get through the crust.
Watch out when you're getting all you want. Fattened hogs ain't in luck.
Pigs don't know what a pen's for.
The angleworms aren't anxious for the fish to bite.
Don't blame the cow when the milk gets sour.
You can hide the fire, but what'll you do with the smoke?
Loading a wagon with hay ain't the quickest way to get religion.
A mule can be tame at one end and wild at the other.
Rheumatism and happiness both get bigger if you keep telling folks about them.
A pig has enough arithmetic to take the shortest cut through a thicket.
Stump water won't cure the gripes.
The rabbit thinks experience costs too much if you get it from a trap.
A crooked cornstalk can still have a straight ear.
Don't take too big a start to jump a ditch.
What you can learn by boxing with a left-hander costs more than it's worth.
You'll lose your grip if you put too much spit on your hands.
The north wind knows all the cracks in the house.
The otter would have more peace if his clothes weren't so fine.
Don't try to rake up the family secrets of every sausage you eat.
The partridge that makes a nest in a wheat field won't be pestered by her children.
A rabbit knows a fox track same as a hound does.
Folks on the rich bottom land stop bragging when the river rises.
When it takes half a hoecake to catch a catfish, let him alone.
A crow is a first-rate hand to thin corn.
Never climb an oak tree after chinkapins.
Satan loads his cannons with big watermelons.
If you buy a rainbow, don't pay cash for it.
Always drink pure water. Many get drunk from breaking this rule.
The hawk would like to get a job in the chicken yard keeping away the minks.
There's not much difference between a Hornet and a Yellow Jacket if they're in your clothes.
The cotton patch doesn't care which way you vote.
It doesn't take a prophet to predict bad luck.
A sore back mule is a poor hand at guessing the weight of a sack of meal.
Someone who pets a live catfish isn't crowded with brains.
A bull without horns can still do some right sharp pushing.
It's easy to get off a bucking mule.
The rabbit is too honest to steal grapes, and the fox is too honest to steal cabbage.
You might as well die with the chills as with the fever.
You can sow in my field, but the crop will come up in yours, and you won't know how it got there.
What you don't have in your head, you have to have in your feet.
Better gravy than no grease at all.
Lazy folks' stomachs don't get tired.
Save the pacing mare for Sunday.
It don't rain every time the pig squeals.
Crow and corn can't grow in the same field.
Rails split before breakfast will season the dinner.
The jay-bird doesn't rob his own nest.
Meat fried before day won't last until night.
A blind horse doesn't fall when he follows the bit.
A blacksnake knows the way to the hen's nest.
If you have to eat dirt, eat clean dirt.
The terrapin walks fast enough to go visiting.
Corn makes more at the mill than it does in the crib.
Good Luck says, "Open your mouth and shut your eyes."
The rooster makes more racket than the hen that laid the egg.
A one-eyed mule can't be handled on the blind side.
Liquor talks mighty loud when it gets loose from the jug.
Tomorrow may be the carriage-driver's day for ploughing.
Between the bug and the bee martin, it ain't hard to tell which will get caught.
Trouble is seasoning. 'Simmons ain't good until they're frost-bitten.
A full purse ain't half as good as an empty one is bad.
Soft ground tells a heap of tales.
Don't trade off a coonskin before you catch the coon.
Don't spoil Saturday night by counting the time to Monday morning.
A good farmer stays acquainted with daybreak.
Never trust a man too far who stays mad through Christmas week.
The mule doesn't pull so well with a mortgage on his back.
Crabgrass lines the path to the poorhouse.
Ground sparrows see the snowstorm way off yonder.
A hole in your britches lets in a heap of uneasiness.
Grubbing roots softens a straw bed.
The distance to the next milepost depends on the mud in the road.
Turnip tops don't tell you the size of the turnips.
An old sow knows enough about figures to count her pigs.
A sleepy fisherman totes a light load home.
The devil has no particular objection to Christmas.
The bullfrog never makes a mistake when he starts singing.
Trying to understand some folks is like guessing at the direction of a rat hole underground.
Some people's honesty is regulated by the spunk of the yard-dog.
The Black Gum laughs at the Red Oak when the woodcutter comes around.
You can't hurry up good times by waiting for them.
Many good cotton stalks get chopped up by associating with weeds.
Tomorrow's ash-cake is better than last Sunday's pudding.
The man that always takes the shortest road to a dollar generally takes the longest road away from it.
All of the justice in the world isn't fastened up in the courthouse.
A blind mule ain't afraid of darkness.
The dinner bell's always in tune.
Who licked the red off your candy?
The woodpile doesn't grow much on frosty nights.
I love you as much as the cat loves the cream jar?
Some smart folks can't tell a rotten rail without sitting on it.
You can't make a silk purse out of a sows ear - You cannot change the fundamental nature of things, so matter how hard you try.
He's two bricks short of a load - Someone with a mental deficiency, dropped on their head as a baby.
Marry in haste, repent in leisure - From William Congreve in his comedy of manners The Old Batchelour, 1693: "Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure: Married in haste, we may repent at leisure."
Tell the Truth and Shame the Devil - Stop lying
Food that tastes so good that if you put it on top of your head your tongue'd slap your brains out tryin' to get it.
Don't nothing hurt a duck but his bib - Origin unknown.
You can't hold water - You can't can't keep a secret
I'm going to talk to a man about a cow - When you got business to take care of.
She looks like she's been beaten with a bag of nickels - Similar to "she was beaten by the ugly stick".
A hard head makes a soft behind -Being stubborn can result in punishment.
A guilty dog barks the loudest - A dishonest man will be the first to tell you how honest he is.
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride - Poor folks dream, rich folks do.
If I put his brain in a nat's butt, it would fly backwards - A really stupid person.
Wish in one hand and spit in the other and see which one fills up first -
I would not trust him in a sh**house with a muzzle - Someone that you cannot trust.
If you can't race it or take it to bed, you don't need it
Ate that chicken til it was slick as a ribbon.
A wink is as good as a nod, to a blind horse.
Barefooted as a yard dog.
Better than a sharp stick in the eye.
Birds of a feather flock together.
Bleedin' like a stuck pig.
Busy as a one armed paper hanger.
Butter my butt and call me a biscuit! (term of amazement)
Cold as a frog's behind.
Cold as a banker's heart.
Colder than a mother-in-laws love.
Colder than a well digger's destination.
Clean as a hound's tooth.
Could go bear huntin' with a switch.
Craw fishin' (going back on something like your word).
Crooked as a barrel full of fish hooks.
Cute as a toe sack full of puppies.
Dark as the inside of a cow.
Deader'n a doornail.
Didn't have sense enough to pound sand into a rat hole.
Don't flog (or beat) a dead horse.
Don't get your cows runnin.
Don't monkey with that.
Eatin' the gospel bird (that's chicken, since the preacher always seemed to show up when there was fried chicken for dinner.
'et up with.
Empty as a winter rain barrel.
Everything's chicken but the bill.
Fast as all get out.
Fine as a frog's hair split up the middle and tied at both ends.
Flat as a flitter.
From now until Gabriel blows his horn
Gee willikers.
Getting too big for his britches.
Going at it like killing snakes. (Doing something with more vigor and enthusiasm than the task requires.)
Gooder'n snuff.
Green as a gourd.
Happier than a dead pig in the sunshine.
Happier than a pig in slop.
He ain't got the sense he was born with.
He hasn't hit a lick with a snake. (He hasn't worked in a while.)
He moves like the lice is fallin' off him.
He put the "e" in ignorant ig-nernt. Submitted by novasy.
He talks like he's got a mouthful of mush.
He thinks he's the best thing since sliced bread.
He's cooler than the other side of the pillow. dannye
He's all hat and no cattle.
He's got a tough row to hoe.
He was moving so slow, dead flies wouldn't fall off 'im.
Hells' bells.
Highfalutin'.
High muckety-mucks.
Hotter than a June bride.
Hotter than a $2 pistol.
I ain't got no dog in that fight.
I didn't just fall off the turnip truck.
I didn't take her to raise. (I'm not responsible for her)
I don't know her from Adam's house cat.
I feel like a banjo. Everybody's picking on me.
I feel like the underside of a turnip green. (I feel sick or low and green.)
I feel lower than a snake in snowshoes.
I suwanne. (I swear.)
I spoke to her and she didn't say pea turkey squat.
I was as surprised as if a sheep had bit me.
I went to the barber and got my ears lowered.
I wouldn't give you air if you were in a jug.
I wouldn't p*** on him if he was on fire.
I'd have to feel better to die.
I'll do that directly.
I'll get all over you like white on rice.
I'll knock you into next week.
I'm feelin' lower than a a snake's belly in a mud rut.
I'm gonna jerk you through a knot.
I'm gonna slap you so hard when you quit rollin' your clothes'll be outta style.
I'm so busy, I don't have time to cuss the cat.
In a minute.
If she had one more wrinkle , she could screw her hat on.
If you don't do that, I'll be all over you like stink on a skunk.
If it'd been a snake it would have bit you.
If you lie down with dogs, you'll get up with fleas.
Is it any 'count? (is it any good?) Submitted by novasy.
It was so good it would have brought tears to a glass eye.
It's been so long since the last rain I had to blow dust out of the rain gauge.
It's comin' up a bad cloud.
It's more than I can say grace over.
It's not too pretty for nice, but it's great for good.
It's pourin' down bullfrogs.
Jumpy as a long tailed cat in a room full of rockin' chairs.
Live and learn, die and know it all.
Like tryin' to poke a cat out from under the porch with a rope.
Livin' high on the hog.
Loosing my religion.
Mad as a mule chewing on bumblebees.
Madder than a wet hen.
Make hay while the sun shines.
My mouth is dry enough to spin cotton.
My stars and garters.
Older than dirt.
One of 'em will lie and the other one'll swear to it.
Petered out.
Pipe down.
Plumb tickled to death.
Pulled too green.
Put on the dog.
Right as rain.
Rode hard and put up wet.
Runnin' like the house is afire.
Running around like a chicken with its head cut off.
Scarce as deviled eggs after a church picnic.
Scarcer than hen's teeth
She's a caution.(She's a trip or she's unusual).
She's so poor she ain't got two nickels to rub together.
She was cryin' and slingin' snot.
Slicker than snot.
Slower than molasses trying to run uphill in January.
Snake-bit.
Snatch the taste right out of her mouth.
So dry, the trees are bribing the dogs.
So surprised you coulda knocked his eyes off with a stick.
Squirmin' like a worm in hot ashes.
Staggerin' around like a blind horse in a punkin patch.
Stout as a mule.
Straight as a string.
Sunday-go-t'meetin' clothes.
Sure as a cat's got climbing gear. Submitted by Slidewell.
Tall enough to go duck huntin' with a rake.
Tender as a judge's heart.
That dog won't hunt.
That kid ain't knee-high to a duck.
That truck couldn't pull a fat baby off a tricycle.
That's a fine how d'ya do.
That's as good as a cold collard sandwich.
That's not big enough to cuss the cat in.
Thick as flies on a dog's back.
Thicker than fiddlers in hell.
Tight as Dick's hatband.
Useless as teats on a boarhog.
Walkin' like he's rakin' up shucks.
We didn't have crowded to swing a cat.
Weak as dishwater.
Well, shut my mouth.
We've howdied, but not met.
What ever blows your dress up.
You can't beat that with a stick.
You can't judge the depth of a well by the handle of the pump.
You have a hollow leg.
You lie like a dirty cur dog.
You're going to wool that baby to death." (to wool = to cuddle or love on excessively) Submitted by novasy.
You scared the livin' daylights out of me.
Colorful Insults
He's dumb as a sack full of hammers.
He looks like he got beat with an ugly stick.
He was so buck toothed he could eat an apple through a picket fence.
He's about half a bubble off plumb.
He's as ugly as homemade lye soap.
He's got the personality of a dishrag.
He's so low down he could crawl under a snake's belly.
I wonder what she would charge to haunt a house.
If you had bird brains you'd fly backwards.
She had a face as ugly as a stack of black cats with their tails cut off.
She had a face so ugly she wore out two bodies.
She's as ugly as a mud fence daubed with tadpoles.
She's so ugly she could scare the bulldog off a meat truck.
She's so ugly they had to tie a pork chop around her neck to get the dog to play with her.
She's three pickles shy of a quart.
She's ugly enough to stop an eight day clock.
That face might not stop a clock, but it'd sure raise Cain with watches.
You look like something the cat dragged in.
You're not worth the powder and shot it'd take to blow you to kingdom come.
You're so dumb if they put your brain on the head of a pin it would roll around like a BB on a six-lane highway.
Compliments
Cute as a bug's ear.
He's handier than a pocket on a shirt.
He's as fast as greased lightening.
I wouldn't trade you for a farm in Georgia.
She's as purty as a speckled pup under a red wagon.
She's as purty as a spotted horse in a daisy pasture.
Sure as the vine twines 'round the stump, you are my darlin' sugar lump.
Things Only a True Southerner Knows
The difference between a hissie fit and a conniption fit.
Pretty much how many fish make up a mess.
What general direction cattywumpus is
How long "directly" is---As in "Going to town, be back directly."
That "gimme sugar" don't mean pass the sugar.
When "by and by" is
How to handle their "pot likker" --It's the liquid greens, for example collards, are cooked in. Scheherazades
The best gesture of solace for a neighbor who's got trouble is a plate of cold tater salad.
The difference between "pert' near" and "a right far piece."
The differences between a redneck, a good ol' boy, and po' white trash.
Never to go snipe hunting twice.
You plant a tater, you get a tater
You can't unsay a cruel word
Don't sell your mule to buy a plow
That's how the cow ate the cabbage
He couldn't hit the broad side of a barn
She's about as useful as buttons on a dishrag
He runs just like a candle
She slapped him like a red-headed stepchild
He was the turd in the punchbowl
You can catch more files with honey than with vinegar
He's steal the bridle off a nightmare
Dumber than a road lizard
He's nuttier than a squirrel turd
Good fences make good neighbors
She could eat an apple through a picket fence
He's tougher than a two dollar steak
He's as mad as a wet hen
Sober as a judge
That's as scarce as hen's teeth
That ain't worth the powder to blow it to hell
That's finer than frog's hair
"He's got molasses in his britches" - means you're lazy
Source: Internet
Friday, October 12, 2012
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Who Will Fill Those Shoes?
Who will take that quiet time early in the day,
And bow their head at lunch time, not ashamed to pray?
Who'll get home from work early, have supper in the car,
To go to gospel meeting because it's not too far?
Who will answer questions and sit in the front row?
"Who was in the lion's den?" or "Where did Jonah go?"
Who will wait on tables until convention's done?
Whose sweet clear voice in perfect praise will sing hymn number one?
Who will greet the workers, "Please make yourselves at home.
Here's our children's bedrooms; take them as your own."
Who will write that letter to cheer the struggling heart,
Who'll pick up the widow before meeting, in their part?
Who'll walk through the wilderness, the frost or scorching sun,
Leaning on their True Love, the two becoming one?
Who will keep their love alive, forgive and love anew,
Who'll love their spouse at fifty years, more than the first "I do"?
Who will live as servants? Whose hands will hold up hands?
Who will step into the yoke, forsaking home and lands?
Who will see that burden and bow their head to bear?
Who will pick the mantle up and share the kingdom's care?
CHORUS: Who will fill those shoes, oh who, Lord, in our day?
Who'll be that little candle to light another's way?
Who will give their heart and soul? Could it be me and you?
Oh, Lord, please help us; help us fill those shoes.
By: Tom Davis and his friends
Tom quoted this at Blackwater convention, 2011.
He is going to Texas to labor.
And bow their head at lunch time, not ashamed to pray?
Who'll get home from work early, have supper in the car,
To go to gospel meeting because it's not too far?
Who will answer questions and sit in the front row?
"Who was in the lion's den?" or "Where did Jonah go?"
Who will wait on tables until convention's done?
Whose sweet clear voice in perfect praise will sing hymn number one?
Who will greet the workers, "Please make yourselves at home.
Here's our children's bedrooms; take them as your own."
Who will write that letter to cheer the struggling heart,
Who'll pick up the widow before meeting, in their part?
Who'll walk through the wilderness, the frost or scorching sun,
Leaning on their True Love, the two becoming one?
Who will keep their love alive, forgive and love anew,
Who'll love their spouse at fifty years, more than the first "I do"?
Who will live as servants? Whose hands will hold up hands?
Who will step into the yoke, forsaking home and lands?
Who will see that burden and bow their head to bear?
Who will pick the mantle up and share the kingdom's care?
CHORUS: Who will fill those shoes, oh who, Lord, in our day?
Who'll be that little candle to light another's way?
Who will give their heart and soul? Could it be me and you?
Oh, Lord, please help us; help us fill those shoes.
By: Tom Davis and his friends
Tom quoted this at Blackwater convention, 2011.
He is going to Texas to labor.
Apple Facts
Most apple blossoms are pink when they open but gradually fade to white.
Apples and Pears.. Studies show that these two fruits help boost metabolism and speed up weight loss. A study done at the State University of Rio de Janeiro found that women eating three small apples or pears daily, lost more weight than women who did not. Apples and pears are also two fruits that you want to eat organic.
The first apple trees were planted by the pilgrims in the Massachusetts Bay colony.
The first apple nursery was opened in Flushing, NY in 1730.
Apples are a member of the rose family, along with pears, peaches, plums and cherries.
The science of apple growing is referred to as pomology.
To create an apple tree of a particular variety, growers graft a twig, called a scion, from the "parent" tree onto a small, young tree called a rootstock, which is really nothing more than a slender whip with roots. The scion contains buds from which twigs and leaves will eventually grow. The trees are protected in nurseries for 1-2 years after they are grafted before being replanted by the grower in an orchard.
25% of an apple’s volume is air, which is why they float.
Red Delicious, Golden Delicious, Granny Smith, Gala and Fuji are the five most commonly consumed apples in the U.S.
It takes the energy from 50 leaves to produce one apple.
Don’t peel your apple! Two-thirds of the fiber and many of the antioxidants are found in the apple peel.
The game of apple-bobbing began as a Celtic New Year’s tradition for trying to determine one’s future spouse.
A peck of apples weight 10.5 pounds.
Americans eat an average of 50.4 pounds of apples and apple products each year.
The largest apple picked weighed three pounds.
The world’s largest apple peel was created by Kathy Wafler Madison on October 16, 1976, in Rochester, NY and was 172 feet, 4 inches.
A bushel of apples weight 42 pounds and will yield 20-24 quarts of applesauce.
It takes about 36 apples to create one gallon of apple cider.
Apples are grown commercially in 36 states.
Source: Internet
Apples and Pears.. Studies show that these two fruits help boost metabolism and speed up weight loss. A study done at the State University of Rio de Janeiro found that women eating three small apples or pears daily, lost more weight than women who did not. Apples and pears are also two fruits that you want to eat organic.
The first apple trees were planted by the pilgrims in the Massachusetts Bay colony.
The first apple nursery was opened in Flushing, NY in 1730.
Apples are a member of the rose family, along with pears, peaches, plums and cherries.
The science of apple growing is referred to as pomology.
To create an apple tree of a particular variety, growers graft a twig, called a scion, from the "parent" tree onto a small, young tree called a rootstock, which is really nothing more than a slender whip with roots. The scion contains buds from which twigs and leaves will eventually grow. The trees are protected in nurseries for 1-2 years after they are grafted before being replanted by the grower in an orchard.
25% of an apple’s volume is air, which is why they float.
Red Delicious, Golden Delicious, Granny Smith, Gala and Fuji are the five most commonly consumed apples in the U.S.
It takes the energy from 50 leaves to produce one apple.
Don’t peel your apple! Two-thirds of the fiber and many of the antioxidants are found in the apple peel.
The game of apple-bobbing began as a Celtic New Year’s tradition for trying to determine one’s future spouse.
A peck of apples weight 10.5 pounds.
Americans eat an average of 50.4 pounds of apples and apple products each year.
The largest apple picked weighed three pounds.
The world’s largest apple peel was created by Kathy Wafler Madison on October 16, 1976, in Rochester, NY and was 172 feet, 4 inches.
A bushel of apples weight 42 pounds and will yield 20-24 quarts of applesauce.
It takes about 36 apples to create one gallon of apple cider.
Apples are grown commercially in 36 states.
Source: Internet
Friday, October 5, 2012
The Knots of Prayer
Dear God:
Please untie the knots that are in my mind, my heart and my life. Remove the nots, the can nots and the do nots that I have in my mind.
Erase the will nots, may nots, might nots that may find a home in my heart.
Release me from the could nots, would nots and should nots that obstruct my life.
And most of all,
Dear God,
I ask that you remove from my mind, my heart and my life all the 'am nots' that I have allowed to hold me back, especially the thought that I am not good enough.
Amen
Author Unknown
Source: Internet
Please untie the knots that are in my mind, my heart and my life. Remove the nots, the can nots and the do nots that I have in my mind.
Erase the will nots, may nots, might nots that may find a home in my heart.
Release me from the could nots, would nots and should nots that obstruct my life.
And most of all,
Dear God,
I ask that you remove from my mind, my heart and my life all the 'am nots' that I have allowed to hold me back, especially the thought that I am not good enough.
Amen
Author Unknown
Source: Internet
He Gathers Every Teardrop
Regardless of the circumstance,
Regardless of the fear,
Regardless of the pain we bear,
Regardless of the tear
Our God is ever in control,
Performing as He should,
And He has promised in His Word
To work things for our good
But as a loving Father would,
He sometimes lets us cry
To cleanse the hurt out of our heart,
To wash it from our eye
Yet gently gathers the tears
Within His hands to stay
Until He turns them into pearls,
and gives them back someday
by Glenda Fulton Davis
Source: Internet
Regardless of the fear,
Regardless of the pain we bear,
Regardless of the tear
Our God is ever in control,
Performing as He should,
And He has promised in His Word
To work things for our good
But as a loving Father would,
He sometimes lets us cry
To cleanse the hurt out of our heart,
To wash it from our eye
Yet gently gathers the tears
Within His hands to stay
Until He turns them into pearls,
and gives them back someday
by Glenda Fulton Davis
Source: Internet
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Check Out My Other Blog Sites
Go down to the links on the right side of this page and check out some of my other blog sites. I hope that you enjoy them as much as I have enjoyed making them.
Waters In Tennessee
Growing Up In The South
Born And Raised In The South
Automobile Brands Of The Past
We Love Fords Past, Present And Future..,
We Love Lincolns Past, Present And Future..,
We Love Mercurys Past, Present And Future..,
We Love Volkswagen Past Present And Future..,
"Great," Deep South Recipes..,
Do It Yourself (DIY) Tips And Crafts For Your Home
Songs We Sang While Growing Up In The South
We Love Toyota's Past, Present And Future..,
We Love Datsun/Nissan Past Present And Future..,
Waters In Tennessee
Growing Up In The South
Born And Raised In The South
Automobile Brands Of The Past
We Love Fords Past, Present And Future..,
We Love Lincolns Past, Present And Future..,
We Love Mercurys Past, Present And Future..,
We Love Volkswagen Past Present And Future..,
"Great," Deep South Recipes..,
Do It Yourself (DIY) Tips And Crafts For Your Home
Songs We Sang While Growing Up In The South
We Love Toyota's Past, Present And Future..,
We Love Datsun/Nissan Past Present And Future..,
A Doll For My Sister
I saw a cashier hand a little boy his money back at the mall, the boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'' The little boy turned to the old woman next to him, ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?'' She replied..., ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'' Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.' I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this, 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.'' My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said, 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of himself. He was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she didn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll!'' OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said, 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!' Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.'' 'My mommy loves white roses.' A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state of mind from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine, and in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
Source: Facebook Friend
Source: Facebook Friend
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Point Of View
I've heard it said, "Don't go to bed while hanging on to sorrow. You may not have the chance to laugh
with those you love tomorrow.
You may not mean the words you speak when anger takes its toll. You may regret your actions once you've lost your self control.
When you've lost your temper and you've said some hurtful things, think about the heartache that your actions sometime bring.
You'll never get those moments back, such precious time to waste, and all because of things you said
in anger and in haste.
So if you're loving someone and your pride has settled in, you may not ever have the chance to say to them again ...
"I love you and I miss you and although we don't agree, I'll try to see your point of view, please do the same for me."
Author Unknown
Source: Internet
with those you love tomorrow.
You may not mean the words you speak when anger takes its toll. You may regret your actions once you've lost your self control.
When you've lost your temper and you've said some hurtful things, think about the heartache that your actions sometime bring.
You'll never get those moments back, such precious time to waste, and all because of things you said
in anger and in haste.
So if you're loving someone and your pride has settled in, you may not ever have the chance to say to them again ...
"I love you and I miss you and although we don't agree, I'll try to see your point of view, please do the same for me."
Author Unknown
Source: Internet
Only A Dad
by Edgar A. Guest
Only a dad with a tired face,
Coming home from the daily race,
Bringing little of gold or fame
To show how well he has played the game;
But glad in his heart that his own rejoice
To see him come and to hear his voice.
Only a dad with a brood of four,
One of ten million men or more
Plodding along in the daily strife,
Bearing the whips and the scorns of life,
With never a whimper of pain or hate,
For the sake of those who at home await.
Only a dad, neither rich nor proud,
Merely one of the surging crowd,
Toiling, striving from day to day,
Facing whatever may come his way,
Silent whenever the harsh condemn,
And bearing it all for the love of them.
Only a dad but he gives his all,
To smooth the way for his children small,
Doing with courage stern and grim
The deeds that his father did for him.
This is the line that for him I pen:
Only a dad, but the best of men.
Source: Internet
Only a dad with a tired face,
Coming home from the daily race,
Bringing little of gold or fame
To show how well he has played the game;
But glad in his heart that his own rejoice
To see him come and to hear his voice.
Only a dad with a brood of four,
One of ten million men or more
Plodding along in the daily strife,
Bearing the whips and the scorns of life,
With never a whimper of pain or hate,
For the sake of those who at home await.
Only a dad, neither rich nor proud,
Merely one of the surging crowd,
Toiling, striving from day to day,
Facing whatever may come his way,
Silent whenever the harsh condemn,
And bearing it all for the love of them.
Only a dad but he gives his all,
To smooth the way for his children small,
Doing with courage stern and grim
The deeds that his father did for him.
This is the line that for him I pen:
Only a dad, but the best of men.
Source: Internet
My Son
This is great. Take a moment to read it; it will make your day!
The ending will surprise you.
Take my Son.....
A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art..
When the Vietnamconflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.
About a month later, just before Christmas,
There was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands..
He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly... He often talked about you, and your love for art.' The young man held out this package. 'I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.'
The father
Opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture.. 'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift.'
The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.
The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.
On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. 'We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?'
There was silence...
Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.'
But the auctioneer persisted. 'Will somebody bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?'
Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh's, the Rembrandts. Get on with the Real bids!'
But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son! Who'll take the son?'
Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting...' Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.
'We have $10, who will bid $20?'
'Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.'
The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.
They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
The auctioneer pounded the gavel.. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!'
A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with the collection!'
The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is over.'
'What about the paintings?'
'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will... I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.
The man who took the son gets everything!'
God gave His son over 2,000 years ago to die on the Cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: 'The Son, the Son, who'll take the Son?'
Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything!
FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE
Please send this to ten people and back to the one who sent it to you.
God Bless.
If I don't get this back, I will know you really didn't read it. I got this from someone and thought the last part was really a good thought..
Too bad that the person who sent it to me did not know 10 people who would admit to knowing the Lord.
LIVE EACH DAY AS YOUR LAST, one day it will be.
Source: Email
The ending will surprise you.
Take my Son.....
A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art..
When the Vietnamconflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.
About a month later, just before Christmas,
There was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands..
He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly... He often talked about you, and your love for art.' The young man held out this package. 'I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.'
The father
Opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture.. 'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift.'
The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.
The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.
On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. 'We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?'
There was silence...
Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.'
But the auctioneer persisted. 'Will somebody bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?'
Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh's, the Rembrandts. Get on with the Real bids!'
But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son! Who'll take the son?'
Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting...' Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.
'We have $10, who will bid $20?'
'Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.'
The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.
They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
The auctioneer pounded the gavel.. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!'
A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with the collection!'
The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is over.'
'What about the paintings?'
'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will... I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.
The man who took the son gets everything!'
God gave His son over 2,000 years ago to die on the Cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: 'The Son, the Son, who'll take the Son?'
Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything!
FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE
Please send this to ten people and back to the one who sent it to you.
God Bless.
If I don't get this back, I will know you really didn't read it. I got this from someone and thought the last part was really a good thought..
Too bad that the person who sent it to me did not know 10 people who would admit to knowing the Lord.
LIVE EACH DAY AS YOUR LAST, one day it will be.
Source: Email
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