Promise NOT kept….BUT ~

This was posted 2012

It is now 2013

faith is still hopeful

 

ZaZzLe

Zazzle, the leading innovator in product customization and co-creator of the world’s first 100% customizable shoe is changing the shoe game again.  Coming in 2012, we’re launching the next generation of completely custom shoe styles with new silhouettes, features, and styles.  Want to be the first to know about how to create your very own shoe brand on Zazzle?  Add your email below!

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And of course I entered the email – but I already have an account with Zazzle making products

one which was Shoes (ourchased a pair for my MOM) and yet I cannot access My Own MADE ZAZZLE – Keds Shoes….  For MEN ~ For WOMEN ~ For KIDS (Children) ~~~ forget that they were going to re-vamp …. I wanted My shoes!

and still have not hear fromn them after email contact – no response!

I just want my shoes back … I love the designs I made making the shoes and I’m sure I am NOT the only one.

This is MY  Voice! ~ W#hich I have a right to express being they plainly stated.

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Now to prove what I say – Here are just a ~ FEW ~ of my designs at Zazzle!

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Visit my ZazzleStore & Keep Looking for the S*H*O*E*S to reutrn!

Creations by MothersHeart

SCOTCH ~ Some light laugh………..

           On the first day of school, the children brought gifts for their teacher.

 

The supermarket manager’s daughter brought the teacher a basket of assorted fruit.

 

The florist’s son brought the teacher a bouquet of flowers.   

 

The candy-store owner’s daughter gave the teacher a pretty box of candy.  

 

Then the liquor-store owner’s son brought up a big, heavy box. The teacher lifted it up and noticed that it was leaking a little bit..She touched a drop of the liquid with her finger and tasted it.  

 

“Is it wine?” she guessed.       

 

“No,” the boy replied. She tasted another drop and   asked, “Champagne?”

 

“No,” said the little boy………….”It’s a puppy!”

Plugged – Un-Plugged

UnPlugged

 

Bread tags make the

perfect-sized cord labels.

Find more Ideas Here

 I just love this idea!

 

Grounds for Murder??

Classic Pontiac LeMans owner arrives at Car Show early in order to get the best display spot.

 

Then, the next classic car, a ’40 Ford shows up and grabs the second stall…

Next, This Idiot woman plows through !!!

 She was busy Texting and didn’t notice the nice cars on the other side of the curb she was about to jump – never touched the brake and stayed on the throttle even after impact.

 

Lessons TAUGHT A Teacher from a STUDENT

* Worth the Read *

DO NOT DELETE 

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***As you can tell I received this this am in an e-mail and I
must admit I’ve never seen or read it,,,so instead of forwarding
it to my contacts – I’m posting for all who can to read & see
and hopefully they will forward it to.
BELOW is what I received.***
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This has been around before; but, it’s so touching I just had to send it around again.      Anne
 
Subject:  DO NOT DELETE, RETURN IF YOU CAN’T FORWARD!!!!
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This is a true story and it will give you the chills.

This is a beautiful and touching story of love and perseverance. Well
worth the read.

At the prodding of my friends I am writing this story. My name is Mildred Honor and I am a former elementary school music teacher from DesMoines, Iowa .

 

 

I have always supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons – something I have done for over 30 years.

During those years I found that children have many levels of musicalability, and even though I have never had the pleasure of having a prodigy, I have taught some very talented students.

However, I have also had my share of what I call ‘musically challenged’
pupils – one such pupil being Robby.

Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I prefer that students (especially boys) begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Robby. But Robby said that it had always been his mother’s  dream to hear him play the piano, so I took him as a student.

Well, Robby began his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought itwas a hopeless endeavor. As much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel.  But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary piano pieces that I require all my students
to learn.  Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him. 
At the end of each weekly lesson he would always say ‘My mom’s going to hear me play someday’.  But to me, it seemed hopeless, he just did not have any inborn  ability.

I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled, but never dropped in.

Then one day Robby stopped coming for his
lessons. I thought about calling him, but assumed that because of his lack of ability he had decided to pursue something else. I was also glad that he had stopped coming – he was a bad advertisement for my teaching!

Several weeks later I mailed a flyer recital to the students’ homes. To my surprise, Robby (who had received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current pupils and that because he had dropped out, he really did not qualify. 

 
He told me that his mother had been sick and unable to take him to his piano lessons, but that he had been practicing. ‘Please Miss Honor, I’ve just got to play’ he insisted. I don’t know what led me to allow him to play in the recital – perhaps it was his insistence or maybe something inside of me saying that it would be all right.

The night of the recital came and the high school  gymnasium was packed with parents, relatives and friends. I put Robby last in the program, just before I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece. I thought that any damage he might do would come at the end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my ‘curtain closer’.

Well, the recital went off without a hitch, the students had been practicing and it showed. Then Robby came up on the stage. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked as though he had run an egg beaterthrough it.  ‘Why wasn’t he dressed up like the other students?’  I thought. ‘Why didn’t his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?’
Robby pulled out the piano bench, and I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen to play Mozart’s Concerto No. 21 in C Major. I was not prepared for what I heard next. His fingers were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went from pianissimo to fortissimo, from allegro to virtuoso; his suspended chords that Mozart demands were magnificent!  


Never had I heard Mozart played so well by anyone his age.

After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo, and everyone was on their feet in wild applause!  Overcome and in tears, I ran up onstage and put my arms around Robby in joy.  ‘I have never heard you playlike that Robby, how did you do it?  
‘  Through the microphone Robbyexplained: ‘Well, Miss Honor …. remember I told you that my mom was sick? Well, she actually had cancer and passed away this morning. And well …… she was born deaf, so tonight was the first time she had ever heard me play, and I wanted to make it special.’

There wasn’t a dry eye in the house that evening. As the people from Social Services led Robby from the stage to be placed into foster care, I noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy. I thought to myself then how much richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil.

No, I have never had a prodigy, but that night I became a prodigy ……. of Robby.  He was the teacher and I was the pupil, for he had taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself, and maybe
even taking a chance on someone and you didn’t know why.

Robby was killed years later in the senseless bombing of the Alfred P.Murray Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April, 1995.

 

And now, a footnote to the story. If you are thinking about forwarding this message, you are probably wondering which people on your address list aren’t the ‘appropriate’ ones to receive this type of message.  The person who sent  this to you believes that we can all make a difference!
So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice. Do we act with compassion or do we pass up that opportunity and leave the world a bit colder in the process?

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Some things just don’t need….

Why we are Proud

From the Darkness of the Day

 

Memories will continue but as the World continues

to grow with each passing year WE continue

to NEVER Forget the events of that Day

The DEATH of those whose lives were cut too short.

This year the Tenth YEAR
We as a Poeple of the Worlds
 World of Nations who were stunned that day
brought the darkness into the light
turning the Darkest Day on American Soil
into the Bright Hope of the future that lies ahead.
 
From this day forward it is my hope that as we continue to
Remember from Year to Year
as we’ve stated
We Will Never Forget
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To now remember not those lives lost
but to turn and remember the lives that
WERE SAVED!
There is WHITE Hope
as the White Dove with the sign of peace
to continue with the WHITE to overtake the darkness
that shattered our lives and our world that day
September 11, 2001
 
Today I wore my White Shirt as the
symbol I created (WhiteShirts) to bring the
Life back into the hearts and mind of those who
we not only lost as a person
but a person who we shared
laughter, love, joy, fear, death, birth, work, freedom, play,
together as one unit or a family of freinds and family
We all lost whether we were connected or not
Because of that day we are now forever connected in the Darkness
that we need to turn to the light of white beauty day
Would the loved ones really want us to stop and dwell on the darkness
or build futures brighter than they could have imagined
I hope tht those who lost loved ones know just how
much the World as a Whole Unit
felt your pain that day and the days that would come
May all those who have gone continue to rest in peace
but may you savor the joys of life share with them in your hearts
 
 
 
This is my last 10 year remberance wearing the
WHITE SHIRT for all of your loved ones.

(yes it is White!)

This is A Way to Remember September 11th – 10 Years

 

 

September 11, 2011 – When America and the American way was Attacked!

The Twin Towers, The Field, The Pentagon

With the Memorial years in the making – lets show our way of celebrating their lives for us. 

What would be nice to do for the upcoming (just around the corner) for the Ten (10) Years that changed all of our lives in some way or another …. It is something that I will never forget … and I know that there are so many more that will not forget either.  AND that does not include any of the family members and their friends of those lost. 

That was a Day of BLACK! September 11, 2001

I would like to start something … to show that all of those within the Social Media and beyond come together to let the families know we will NEVER Forget.

Everyone has a T- shirt or Shirt — THAT is WHITE!

Let’s turn the Day of BLACK into the DAY OF WHITE….

EVERYONE wear WHITE SHIRTS on September 11, 2011 …. the TEN Years We Have Not Forgotten & Will Never Forget!

Wear them the days of
September 9th … 10th & 11th …

Friday is a WORK DAY – so maybe the OFFICE you work will
do something!

Saturday is usually a FUN DAY – Family & Friends Plans!

Sunday is the Day it turned BLACK and WE WILL turn it WHITE!


Friday – Saturday – Sunday the days to start healing

Can we start this going around and see where it ends.

I will never see the actual memorial but it would be wonderful to see thos white shirts

showing the WORLD we did NOT Forget … Remember there were not just Americans

who were lost that day … It was a day that the AMERICAN peopel came together

and we can do this again in a positive way!

Wear White to show the LOVE we have & the LOVE we all lost that Day! 

**has been posted here** The nell walton Daily ▸ http://paper.li/nellwal/2011/09/02

Why you mustn’t eat too much GARLIC ……

Jiaozi of garlic chives and shrimp by Adonis Chen
Image via Wikipedia

WHY YOU MUSTN’T EAT TOO MUCH GARLIC  …………..Oh, I just could not resist sharing what I just found out about this via e-mail!

 

Oh – Go Down… 

 

 

 

 

 

Garlic

 

SEE Good Advise!

Happy Mothers Day

 

 MY Mother

 

my MOTHER

Is gentle and kind.
She’s warm and helpful
and my best friend.

It took me awhile to
realize, you see,
Just how much I mean to her,
and her to me.
No one can replace her,
or fill the shoes she wears.

She calls me her ­
“Little Girl”,
but that’s ok;
There’s no better way to show
how she cares.
We’ve been shopping, riding or
having a ‘cocktail’ coffee break,
So many miles now separate;
we must dream of yesterdays.
She worries about me ­
as most mothers do;
So far away it’s hard to
express or convey
How much I Love her:
Today and Always.

 

Deborah Register©

Waking up with thoughts

Breakfast
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Have you ever been awakening from a night’s sleep to know that you ‘found’ (that Perfect Something) wll mine was the perfect candy  — when you just needed that taste – not toooo sweet – not really candy taste – but candy all the same?  I did this morning – and I was discovering that – that perfect just a bite of candy is butterscotch!

I’ve been having these weird dreams of things since my surgery on the 23rd of March, and could that surgery have something to do with my remembering my dreams? They say everyone dreams (which I used to do a lot) – but not everyone remembers them.

Another dream I had was one talking to two ‘chaps’ about a eatery~!  They were going to do the work & cooking, I was telling them how it was to be laid out – what the menu was going to be … etc…. down to the name of the place! “Artists Nook” …  Only open Breakfast & Lunch Eggs – Fruit – Breads…Fun things to eat – but in a hurry – don’t worry – we’re ready!  with specific things….(Yes I told them what that was to be too)…..

SEE the place would have delightful colorful artful dishes for breakfast – eggs benedict, fresh fruit, special breads, just to name one — then on the go with fruits & salads all fresh – like greens and rasberries, oranges with slice bread!  At least I have the ideas! AND of course ther Artists works in a little ‘nook’ which most certainly would house some of my hand-painted glass. And making the dishes (to be quick) in my head and unique for all that would be coming!

So see these dreams are unusualy – weird & wonderful!

(( and I might add-Very Real )).

Interesting!

After reading this, you will never look at a deck of cards in the same way.

 

Here is a new way to look at a deck of cards!!
Please do not delete! You will be glad you didn’t.

Deck of Cards

It was quiet that day, the guns and the mortars, and land mines for some reason hadn’t been heard.

The young soldier knew it was Sunday, the holiest day of the week.

As he was sitting there, he got out an old deck of cards and laid them out across his bunk.

Just then an army sergeant came in and said, ‘Why aren’t you with the rest of the platoon?’

The soldier replied, ‘I thought I would stay behind and spend some time with the Lord.’

The sergeant said, ‘Looks to me like you’re going to play cards.’

The soldier said, ‘No, sir . You see, since we are not allowed to have Bibles or other spiritual books in this country,

I’ve decided to talk to the Lord by studying this deck of cards.’

The sergeant asked in disbelief, ‘How will you do that?’

‘You see the Ace, Sergeant? It reminds me that there is only one God.

The Two represents the two parts of the Bible, Old and New Testaments

The Three represents the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost.

The Four stands for the Four Gospels: Matthew, Mark, Luke and John .

The Five is for the five virgins there were ten but only five of them were glorified.

The Six is for the six days it took God to create the Heavens and Earth.

The Seven is for the day God rested after making His Creation.

The Eight is for the family of Noah and his wife, their three sons and their wives — the eight people God spared from the flood that destroyed the Earth.

The Nine is for the lepers that Jesus cleansed of leprosy He cleansed ten, but nine never thanked Him.

The Ten represents the Ten Commandments that God handed down to Moses on tablets made of stone.

The Jack is a reminder of Satan, one of God’s first angels, but he got kicked out of heaven for his sly and wicked ways and is now the joker of eternal hell.

The Queen stands for the Virgin Mary.

The King stands for Jesus, for he is the King of all kings.

When I count the dots on all the cards, I come up with 365 total, one for every day of the year.

There are a total of 52 cards in a deck; each is a week – 52 weeks in a year.

The four suits represent the four seasons: Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter..

Each suit has thirteen cards — there are exactly thirteen weeks in a quarter.

So when I want to talk to God and thank Him, I just pull out this old deck of cards and they remind me of all that I have to be thankful for.’

The sergeant just stood there. After a minute, with tears in his eyes and pain in his heart, he said, ‘Soldier, can I borrow that deck of cards?’

Please let this be a reminder and take time to pray for all of our soldiers who are being sent away, putting their lives on the line fighting

Prayer for the Military.

Please keep the wheel rolling. It will only take a few seconds of your time, but it’ll be worth it to read on….

Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands.

Protect them.

Bless them and their families

I ask this in the name of Jesus, our Lord and Savior.

Amen

When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our servicemen and women all around the world.

There is nothing attached, but this can be very powerful.

Of all the gifts you could give a Soldier, prayer is the very best one.

Do not stop the wheel, please — just send this on.

When forwarding, please keep this letter clean by deleting all forwarding information from the subject line and from the top of the letter.
In God I Trust!
 
 
 
 

THANK GOD EACH DAY FOR OUR BRAVE MEN AND WOMEN IN THE SERVICE PROTECTING US WHERE WE CAN BE SAFE.

Mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee

A photo of a cup of coffee.
Image via Wikipedia

 

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle,
when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and
the 2 cups of coffee.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some
items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a
very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf
balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it
was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured
them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into
the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again
if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it
into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked
once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous
“yes.”
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under
the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively
filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
“Now,” said the professor as the laughter subsided, “I want
you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are
the important things— your family, your health, your friends and your
favorite passions—and if everything else was lost and only they
remained , your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job,
your house and your car.
The sand is everything else—the small stuff. “If you put
the sand into the jar first,” he continued, ” there is no room for the
pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all
your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for
the things that are important to you.
“Pay attention to the things that are critical to your
happiness. Play with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit
with grandparents. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse
out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the
house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first—the
things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.”
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the
coffee represented. The professor smiled. “I’m glad! you asked.
It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life
may seem, there’s always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a
friend.”