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Now on to
the good stuff.......... Animal awareness
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Aimee
Again Bob
Shaw Aimee has a
new nickname. I heard Ronni holler Owh! Ya little piranha! I told her to put her
house shoes on. She said I can??t??¦she ate ??em. Yeah, I know. I got one left. The
other one is a chew stick. I can??t wait till she gets rid of those little needle
teeth and gets her regular chompers. So far, she??s left the wood alone. I think
she likes fresh meat; especially when it
hollers. We had a good taste of summer this
week. It got up close to 90, and both of their tongues were hanging out. Ronni
finally gave up and turned on the AC. Aimee raised her head, looked all around,
and quickly found the air vent. She walked over and spread eagled over the vent,
shoved her little flat face into it, and enjoyed the cool air. Ronni looked at
her and asked if she was going to share. She just rolled over on her back and
took it all in. One little hot dog getting?? chilled
out. Niece Amy came by for a visit. It
didn??t take long for Aimee to find her flip flops, those little rubber thronged
shoes. Yep, you guessed it. Aimee got a small pair more her size from our trip
to the store. She needs a bigger bed now. With all her favorite toys piled up in
there with her, there??s barely room for her to lay down.
She has an unnerving habit of sitting
and staring at us until we figure out what she wants. Telepathy? Well, whatever.
It works. At least, we go through the list until she??s satisfied. Ronni said she
could feel her staring at her, and turned on the light. Yup, there she was. So
she reached down and put her up on the bed. She went right off to sleep. I guess
she??s in the process of training US. And she still doesn??t eat from her food
dish. Likes to be fed by hand. She??s ROTTEN. But
loveable. She found a Robin in the front yard.
Took off after it, but it cheated. Flew away. You could almost hear her fussing
about it. Then she found her tail and chased it in circles until she fell over,
so dizzy she couldn??t hold her eyes straight. I guess another good name would
have been Goofy. Aimee still likes to pick anything up
off the ground and go to chewing on it. She??s pretty well leaving the flower
garden alone, but still pulls the grass out of the bricks on the patio. Helping
mama pull weeds I guess. When I called home, Ronni was holding her trying to get
something unidentified out of her mouth. She wasn??t having any part of it. I
told her to hold the phone close to her and said ???SPIT IT OUT???! Out it came, and
she just looked at the phone trying to figure out ???HOW DID HE KNOW????
It finally came time for Baby the
Cockatoo and Aimee to meet. I was wondering if the feathers and fur were gonna
fly. Ronni decided it was time to trim Baby??s flight feathers. As soon as Baby
figured out what was going on, she took off. With Aimee right on her trail. The
two met on the floor, and just stared at each other. It turned out to be a
tasting contest. No battle, no war, just meeting on a common
ground. Feathers and fur are normally bitter
enemies, but to watch these two slowly form a bond of friendship, makes me
wonder about the thing called the Human Animal. If it looks different, or has a
different color, or if it dresses differently, then it must be avoided or dealt
with in some offensive manner. It makes me think we could learn a lot from these
???poor dumb animals???, huh? Written by Bob Shaw
CapeRabbit@semo.net <p>Today's Queue
Stories</p> ~**~**~ <p>Today's Queue
Stories</p> My Daddy's
Bible Norma Liles I held my Daddy's Bible, so tender, worn and old. It is a
symbol of his love for the Diety. It is a
touching piece of memory, stored within my heart. So many times, in days gone
by, I've seen him study the Word from this very Bible, held so tenderly.
So many times after a hard day's work, I see him sitting in his
favorite chair; just wearing his strap undershirt, his worn overhauls and
barefoot; neath the lamplight. I did not take in the full affect of what a soothing tonic it
was to a weary soul. Within the pages of this BOOK, I find some family history; the
making of my heritage; a flutter goes within my breast as I think of what he
tells. The dates of my parent's birth dates, their passing dates, as well, the
dates of their Holy Matrimony, their parents history, too. With tear dimmed
eyes, I see the marks of when my siblings were born. Over the years, I see them
leave our place on earth for a better home above.
With heartfelt thoughts, I place this Book in a place of honor;
not just for the data that has been recorded but for the precious Word of God.
Norma Liles
?© Norma Liles
?© hoopla214
@yahoo.com ~**~**~
ValueSpeak A Weekly Column By Joseph Walker valuespeak@msn.com OUT OF THE MOUTH OF
ADOLESCENTS
One of the great things about being the parent of a seventh grader is you
never know what interesting information is going to come home from
school
Like last night. We were
eating dinner, enjoying some lovely, lively conversation with our college-aged
daughter, Andrea, who was home for a visit, when all of a sudden, out of the
blue, Jon dropped this bombshell on us: ???Male seahorses are
mommies.???
This would have been an interesting tidbit to drop into the conversation
if we had been talking about traditional parental responsibilities, or
gender-based roles in various animal species. But as I recall, we were talking about
Andrea??s role in an upcoming production of ???It??s a Wonderful Life,??? and the only
thing close to seahorses in that show are Zuzu??s petals (if you say them really
fast they sort of sound alike: ???Seahorses.??? ???Zuzu??s petals.??? ???Seahorses.??? ???Zuzu??s petals.??? OK ?? maybe
not.)
As you might expect, Jon??s pronouncement brought the conversation to a
screeching halt. We all stared at
him, dumbfounded. I mean, what is
the proper follow-up to a comment like that? Jon took advantage of the sudden silence
to elaborate: ???We learned that in science today. Male seahorses are mommies. They are the ones who give birth to
their children.???
Now, I??ve got to be honest with you. I know about as much about seahorse
childbearing as I do about ancient Scandinavian agricultural techniques. In other words, nothing. So rather than attempt an intelligent
response that might leave me sounding like a complete doofus, I did what any
parent would do in that situation: I bluffed.
???The way I see it, that means one of two things happened,??? I said,
grasping at both biological and theological straws. ???Either God made seahorses first and saw
that the `male mommy?? thing didn??t work out very well, or else He made them last
and decided, `What the heck ?? let??s give it a
shot!?????
Thankfully, Jon didn??t question my hypotheses, possible blasphemy
notwithstanding. Which gave me an
opportunity to change the subject to something I knew a little more about: ???Did
any of you know that they did some pretty amazing farming in ancient
After dinner I sat down in front of the computer and did some research
and found out that Jon was a little confused about seahorses. The male of the species doesn??t actually
give birth to its young. But the
female does deposit her eggs into a pouch on the male??s abdomen, and the male
takes charge of the eggs until they hatch. Which confirms the nautical rumor that female seahorses are
completely irresponsible, often taking off for long trips to
Even so, I have to confess that in the course of my research I actually
learned a few things that were sort of interesting, and that I??m anxious to work
into a conversation. You never know
when an opportunity is going to present itself to mention that male seahorses
can carry hundreds of little baby seahorses in their pouches, or that male and
female seahorses are monogamous, or that seahorses sometimes change colors when
they get around their mates (would you believe a bright, almost fluorescent
orange on occasion?).
And you never know when something of real interest and value is going to
come home from school with a seventh grader.
DON??T MISS A
MOMENT By: Joseph J.
Mazzella I am truly
amazed at how rapidly this year seems to be going by. It seems like only
yesterday it was Christmastime and now we are already headed for June. I think
this may be a good sign, though. They say that time flies when you are having
fun. I am sure then that time flies even faster when you are choosing love and
sharing joy. I am becoming
aware, however, at just how short even the longest life here on Earth is. I see
children swinging at my son??s school and I can remember when I attended that
same school and swung on those same swings. I give my son and daughter a hug and
notice that they are almost as tall as me now. I can remember, though, when I
could hold them in the crook of one arm while I rocked them to sleep. I mow the
lawn near the graveyard by my home and remember all of my loved ones who have
passed. Then I realize that my body too will one day be resting under a
headstone and that my time on this wonderful world will be over as
well. I am doing my
best then not to miss a moment of this glorious life I have been given and I
urge you not to miss a moment of yours either. Enjoy every day that God in His
love has given you on this world. Take the time to pet your dogs before you put
on their leashes for a walk. Take a second to smell that baby??s hair when you
hold her in your arms. Take a moment to sneak a kiss when you bump into your
dear one in the kitchen. Take a little while to watch the sun go down and the
moon rise up. Take a hour to walk among the trees and flowers and feel God??s
gentle, loving breezes on your face. Take a minute to call your Mom, Dad,
Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt, or Uncle and tell them that you love them. Take the time
to write an inspiring letter or say an encouraging word to a friend. Take all of
the precious days of your life and use them to bring more joy, love, and oneness
with God to this world. Life is short. Don??t miss a moment of
it. Joseph J.
Mazzella
and
three children. Various dogs and cats have adopted
Joe and his family for their own. Joe
enjoys his family, beauty, love and
hearing from his email friends. Joe likes to
take the time to smell the roses and
enjoy the beauty around him as he goes about his
daily life. Hello Stacey and welcome as a new member writer of
Storytime_Tapestry. I am one of the senior writers in more ways than one;
# of stories submitted to Storytime as well as being 75yrs of
age. I loved your story and I do wish to see more of your
work. I hope you enjoy what you read in Storytime and continue to send
stories to Carol. Norma Liles hoopla214@yahoo.com
or nliles@cinci.rr.com
p.s. I reside in Carol, Thanks for
including my story in today's
wonderful collection. I especially loved your lead off poems. Tink
and Poo deserve such a tribute. Wishing you every joy, Joe Carol. I get Storytime on my Tinker and Poos
mail. Joe wrote a little about the book. He has to be one kind
man. Review: Bill I love Debra Shively's work and
have been to her site and found such beauty there! Thanks and God bless,
Sharlett Weren't Those The Days? - Sharon Bryant - This really
made my morning chuckle.. The stories that I read everyday keep me entertained
and I look forward to them each and every day nathalie That is so touching and heart breaking. Carol, Tender Leaving ?? Debra Shiveley - What a lovely and
touching tribute to a well loved family member. This one should have come with a
Kleenex alert! This reminds me (Tender Leaving) so much of my Pokey
who died two years ago this October.............so sad. Sharon Bryant <p>Announcements</p> WELCOME TO
THE VERY 1ST HOOP HOMECOMING IN HONOR OF
MY MOM/DAD; OLLIE & JOSEPHINE HOOP * * *
* IF YOU ARE
NOT RELATED BY BLOOD TO THIS BIG FAMILY, WE WISH TO
EXTEND THE HAND OF ADOPTION SO GRAB YOUR NEIGHBOR BY THE HAND OR THE NECK AND
WELCOME EACH OTHER AS WHEN MOM AND DAD SPREAD A TABLE, THERE WAS ALWAYS ROOM
FOR ONE MORE! JUST AS A
REMINDER, IF YOU HAVE LITTLE ONES WITH YOU, PLEASE
BE SURE THAT
YOU KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR THEM FOR THEIR
SAFETY. ALSO, IF
ANYONE WOULD LIKE TO VOLUNTEER TO HEAD UP THIS FUNCTION NEXT YR, SEE ONE OF WE
GIRLS, MAXINE, CHARLENE OR MYSELF AND WE WILL BE GLAD TO LEND A
HAND. BEFORE WE
EAT, I WOULD LIKE YOU TO MAKE WELCOME , MY FRIEND, JOHN AND HIS WIFE, DIANE INTO
OUR FAMILY AS OUR GUESTS WHICH WILL BECOME A MEMBER OF OUR FAMILY. JOHN WILL
OFFER A PRAYER OF THANKSGIVING & DIANE HAS A LITTLE SOMETHING TO READ AND
THEN WE WILL CHOW DOWN. EARL, MY
SON-IN-LAW WILL BE GRILLING DOGS/BURGERS SO JUST LET HIM OR ANY OF HIS HELPERS
KNOW YOUR WISHES AND HE & HIS HELPERS WILL BE GLAD TO HELP YOU OUT. ALSO, WE
HAVE PROVIDED CONDIMENTS TO ADD TO YOUR CHOICE.
PLEASE
TRY TO KEEP THIS PLACE CLEANED BY USING THE CONTAINERS FOR YOUR TRASH AND WE ARE
OFF TO A GREAT TIME FOR THIS VERY 1ST HOMEOMING IN HONOR OR MOM/DAD AND OUR
SIBLINGS WHO HAVE GONE ON BEFORE US. JOHN...........PRAYER
DIANE, POEM CHOW
DOWN! SOCIALIZE MAKE MEMORIES
SENIOR
WRITERS Agee, Vance; Apted,
Violet; Baker, Kathy; Batt, Al;
Boda, Ginger; Bryant,
Deming, Barb; Goodier, Steve; Harris, Kathy Anne; Hunt,
Sharlette; Jacobson, Gary; Kiser, Roger
Dean; Kerens, Claudia; Jenkins, Pamela; Liles, Norma; Mazzella, Joe; Ojeigbe,
Georgewaters; Petry, Dianna Doles; Roberts, Susan;
Shaw, Bob; Sims, Richard; Swarner,
Ken; Vaknin, Sam; Walker, Bill; Walker, Joe; Warner, Gorden
K; Whirity, Kathy; White,
Robert; <p>STORYTIME TAPESTRY
STAFF Publisher: Carol
Roach-founder Moderator: Thelma Hartselle-co
founder Moderator: Clara
Westerfer</p> <p> Send all inquires about the newsletter
including submission requirements: Winterose
@videotron.ca</P>
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