August 20th 2011 9:40 pm
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This is the furry furst diary evfur written by Pipo & Minko as a joint effort.
We were kind of given a P.U.S.H.
over the edge to start this series of wise and inspiring tidbits that we and meowmy glean from our readings and snoopings into that huge web of the world...and being kitties we cannot fail but to snoop around for the 'good stuff'
We don't think it will be a daily or even a regular place of jottings, but when we find something worth sharing we will ask meowmy to post it here, thus leaving our purrsonal pages for kitty stuff.
Anyways, the first wise word that we found quite inspiring and uplifting in the stressful world that is ours today was about P.U.S.H...
A man was sleeping one night in his cabin when suddenly his room filled with light, and God appeared.
The Lord told the man he had work for him to do, and showed him a large rock in front of his cabin.
The Lord explained that the man was to push against the rock with all his might...
So, this the man did, day after day. For many years he toiled from sunup to sundown, his shoulders set squarely against the cold,
massive surface of the unmoving rock, pushing with all his might!
Each night the man returned to his cabin sore and worn out, feeling that his whole day had been spent in vain.
Since the man was showing discouragement, the Adversary (Satan) decided to enter the picture by placing thoughts into the man's weary mind. (He will do it every time!)
"You have been pushing against that rock for a long time and it hasn't moved." Thus, he gave the man the impression that the task was impossible and that he was a failure.
These thoughts discouraged and disheartened the man.
Satan said, "Why kill yourself over this? Just put in your time, giving just the minimum effort, and that will be good enough."
That's what the weary man planned to do, but decided to make it a matter of prayer and to take his troubled thoughts to the Lord.
"Lord," he said, "I have labored long and hard in Your Service, putting all my strength to do that which you have asked. Yet, after all this time, I have not even budged that rock by half a millimeter. What is wrong? Why am I failing?"
The Lord responded compassionately, "My friend, when I asked you to serve Me and you accepted, I told you that your task was to push against the rock with all of your strength, which you have done. Never once did I mention to you that I expected you to move it. Your task was to push.
And now you come to Me with your strength spent, thinking that you have failed. But, is that really so? Look at yourself.
Your arms are strong and muscled, your back shiny and brown; your hands are callused from constant pressure, your legs have become massive and hard. Through opposition you have grown much, and your
abilities now surpass that which you used to have. True, you haven't moved the rock.
But your calling was to be obedient and to push and to exercise your faith and trust in My wisdom.
That you have done. Now I, my friend, will move the rock.."
At times, when we hear a word from God, we tend to use our own intellect to decipher what He wants, when actually what God wants is just simple obedience and faith in Him.
By all means, exercise the faith that moves mountains, but know that it is still God Who moves the mountains.
When everything seems to go wrong.................................Just P.U.S.H.
When the job gets you down..................................Just P.U.S.H.
When people don't do as you think they should................................Just P.U.S.H.
When your money is "gone" and the bills are due...................................Just P.U.S.H.
When people just don't understand you...................................Just P.U.S.H.
P = Pray
U = Until
S = Something
H = Happens
Pass this on to all your loved ones and friends who may need it, they may get it just in time.
"Though no one can go back and make a **brand new start**, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending."
Friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have
trouble remembering how to fly.
May God Bless You.
...and purrs to all!
August 22nd 2011 10:52 am
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Meowmy works with elderly people and some not so elderly, but who are incapacitated in some way or another.
Meowmy's brightest moments which make her oft dreary or repetitive job so worth doing are when she manages to get a real conversation going with a resident, so that both are enriched, smiling or giggling or feeling great and able to go on...
She finds that there is always room in her heart to love these folks like her own family and feels bad when they are not doing well...
Any contact she has with *her* residents she tries to find the time to chat, even during the doing of the daily mundane tasks...and now even after a few short weeks, some of the residents call her by name, and ask to have her as their aide for that shift...OMC!
If that isn't inspiring then we don't know what is!
Even in the busiest times there is always time for kind words and deeds.
Here is another thought provoking message related to meowmy's work...she wants to copy it and post it in a frame at her job!
CRABBY OLD MAN
When an old man died in the chronic ward of a nursing home in Ontario, Canada, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that
copies were made and distributed to every Nurse, RPN & PSW in the nursing home.
One nurse took her copy to Calgary .
The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the Canadian Association for
Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.
Crabby Old Man...
What do you see nurses? . . .. .. . What do you see?
What are you thinking . . . . . when you're looking at me?
A crabby old man . . . .. . not very wise,
Uncertain of habit . . . . . with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food . . . . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .. . . . 'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . . . . the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . .. . lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . . . The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? . . . . . Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am. . . . . . As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, . . . .. . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . . . . . with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters . . . . . who love one another.
A young boy of Sixteen . .. . . with wings on his feet.
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . . . my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows . . . . . that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . . I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . . . . .. My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . . . . With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons . . .. . . have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside me . . . . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . .. . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . . my wife is now dead.
I look at the future . . . . . shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing . .. . . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . . . and the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
T'is jest to make old age . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles . . . . . grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone . . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . . . . . a young guy still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys . . . . . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . .. . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . . . . gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . .. . . open and see.
Not a crabby old man .. .. . Look closer . . . see ME!!
Remember this poem when you next meet an older person, that you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within.
We will all, one day, be there, too!
If we live long enough.
PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM
The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched.
They must be felt by the heart.
Purrs to all and try and find someone to say a kind word to...
August 24th 2011 8:57 pm
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Here is another thought that could be an inspiration to go and let your hair down and forget the cares of the day...
OMC! The internet is full of cool stuff, good thing meowmy has us to help her dig it out!
PRETTY PROFOUND. Enjoy and then go for it...whatevfur it may be!
Too many people put off something that brings them joy just because they haven't thought about it, don't have it on their schedule, didn't know it was coming or are too rigid to depart from their routine.
I got to thinking one day about all those people on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort to cut back. From then on, I've tried to be a little more flexible.
How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn't suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed? Does the word 'refrigeration' mean nothing to you?
How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in silence while you watched 'Jeopardy' on television?
I cannot count the times I called my sister and said , 'How about going to lunch in a half hour?' She would gas up and stammer, 'I can't. I have clothes on the line. My hair is dirty. I wish I had known yesterday, I had a late breakfast, It looks like rain' And my personal favorite: 'It's Monday.' She died a few years ago. We never did have lunch together.
Because Americans cram so much into their lives, we tend to schedule our headaches.. We live on a sparse diet of promises we make to ourselves when all the conditions are perfect!
We'll go back and visit the grandparents when we get Steve toilet-trained. We'll entertain when we replace the living-room carpet. We'll go on a second honeymoon when we get two more kids out of college.
Life has a way of accelerating as we get older. The days get shorter, and the list of promises to ourselves gets longer. One morning, we awaken, and all we have to show for our lives is a litany of 'I'm going to,' 'I plan on,' and 'Someday, when things are settled down a bit.'
When anyone calls my 'seize the moment' friend, she is open to adventure and available for trips. She keeps an open mind on new ideas. Her enthusiasm for life is contagious. You talk with her for five minutes, and you're ready to trade your bad feet for a pair of Rollerblades and skip an elevator for a bungee cord.
My lips have not touched ice cream in 10 years. I love ice cream. It's just that I might as well apply it directly to my stomach with a spatula and eliminate the digestive process. The other day, I stopped the car and bought a triple-decker. If my car had hit an iceberg on the way home, I would have died happy.
Now...go on and have a nice day. Do something you WANT to...not something on your SHOULD DO list. If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?
Make sure you read this to the end; you will understand why I sent this to you.
Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round or listened to the rain lapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight or gazed at the sun into the fading night? Do you run through each day on the fly? When you ask 'How are you?' Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head? Ever told your child, 'We'll do it tomorrow.' And in your haste, not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch? Let a good friendship die? Just call to say 'Hi'?
When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift....Thrown away.... Life is not a race. Take it slower. Hear the music before the song is over.
'Life may not be the party we hoped for... but while we are here we might as well dance!'
August 28th 2011 7:11 pm
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Not an entry of inspiration, but 'imploration'.
One of meowmy's Dogster pals has a lost kitty, his name is Furby.
He is 12 and she is so worried about his well being, being lost in the Texas heat is not good at all.
Here is his pic:
And here is a link to his page:
We are purring loudly and at full throttle.Can you purr with us for a safe return?
Thanks! What an inspiration it would be if he returns safely like MrD did.
September 25th 2011 7:41 pm
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Since baseball is slowly winding down the season, we thought it would be appropriate to miaow this inspiring game story that we found in that great web of internets...and we need to hear things like this to keep our spirits well.
The Lord's Baseball Game
Marie and the Lord stood by to observe a baseball game. The Lord's team was playing Satan's team.
The Lord's team was at bat, the score was tied zero to zero, and it was the bottom of the ninth inning, with two outs.
They continued to watch as a batter stepped up to the plate named Love.
Love swung at the first pitch and hit a single, because "Love never fails".
The next batter was named Faith, who also got a single because Faith works with Love.
The next batter up was named Godly Wisdom. Satan wound up and threw the first pitch.
Godly Wisdom looked it over and let it pass: Ball one. Three more pitches and Godly Wisdom walked because he never swings at what Satan throws.
The bases were now loaded. The Lord then turned to Marie and told her He was now going to bring in His star player. Up to the plate stepped Grace. Marie said, "He sure doesn't look like much!"
Satan's whole team relaxed when they saw Grace.
Thinking he had won the game, Satan wound up and fired his first pitch. To the shock of everyone, Grace hit the ball harder than anyone had ever seen!
But Satan was not worried; his center fielder let very few get by.
He went up for the ball, but it went right through his glove, hit him on the head and sent him crashing on the ground.
The roaring crowds went wild as the ball continued over the fence...for a home run!
The Lord's team won!
The Lord then asked Marie if she knew why Love, Faith and Godly Wisdom could get on base but couldn't win the game. Marie answered that she didn't know why.
The Lord explained, "If your love, faith and wisdom had won the game, you would think you had done it by yourself. Love Faith and Wisdom will get you on base, but only My Grace can get you Home." "For by Grace are you saved, it is a gift of God; not of works, lest any man should boast."
(Ephesians 2, verses 8&9)
That is just so neat to hear this explained this way!
September 30th 2011 8:29 am
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OMC! Yet another furbaby has become a missing kitty.
This time it is Ingen who has escaped from the motel room as she and her furmily were traveling to their new home.
Right now it is cold and wet and stormy even, not pleasant to out in, scared and lost.
Please start up your purr engines...or refuel them so that we can all purr as hard as we can to help get Ingen back to her Mommy and furblings ASAP.
We are purring at full throttle...PUUUURRRRRING...
October 3rd 2011 9:25 pm
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Well, meowmy sort of rescued a kitty...a sweet little calico one.
She was ambling aimlessly down the middle of a busy road and the traffic was snarled...but nobody was doing anything at all, except to honk, which was just confusing this poor little kitty.
So meowmy pulled over and got out of her van, and just put up her hand, walked over to that kitty and picked her up. She did not protest or try to run away.
Some peeps waved at meowmy, and one lady rolled down her window and said thanks...but didn't offer to help at all. Whatevfur!
So meowmy walked back to the side walk and put the kitty down on the grass by the nearest home...and kitty walked right into the back yard there...sheesh! Where were her pawrents when they were needed?
Meowmy scoured the papers here but in the next couple of days found no flyers or ads, so she thinks that this kitty had just made a wrong move...she had the biggest lovely golden eyes!
Then today she found these notices in the thanks section of our paper:
• A huge bouquet of roses to the man who I felt was like a guardian angel for me. I pulled off to the side of the road Thursday afternoon, Sept. 22, to rescue a tiny kitten trying to cross a very busy Dickman Road. This man in a blue Ford Ranger stopped behind me, tried to control traffic until I had safely caught the kitten and was back to my truck. I wish I could have spoken with you more - and thanked you - but as you can imagine, the kitten was terrified and I had to get back to my truck with it. Thank you so much whoever you are! God bless you!! - Lori Sanden
• A beautiful bouquet of roses to Gail Mills, Doug Wolfgang, Patty Yost and Taylor Yost for joining us at the Pets Gone Wild Adoption Event. It is because of wonderful volunteers like you that we are able to do these events and reach out to a wider audience. Every animal in the shelter deserves a chance at a loving forever home and we thank you for all that you do in contributing to that both in and out of the shelter. Thanks again. - Humane Society of South Central Michigan
The first one sounds like a similar situation that confronted meowmy.
And once again we are inspired by the fact of all the purrs that helped find Ingen!
And we see that now she is the kitty of the week! Yeah!
November 9th 2011 6:38 pm
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OMC! It has been a long time since we posted anything here...too long!
Well, meowmy has been going through some stresses and so she thought it would be good to get some stress relief...and of course we know that many of you kitties and your furmilies are also enduring stressfur times, so this is fur you too.
Some "perspectives" are worth sharing!
A young lady confidently walked around the room while leading and explaining stress management to an audience; with a raised glass of water, and everyone knew she was going to ask the ultimate question, 'half empty or half full?'..... she fooled them all... "How heavy is this glass of water?", she inquired with a smile.
Answers called out ranged from 8 oz. to 20 oz.
She replied, "The absolute weight doesn't matter. It depends on how long I hold it. If I hold it for a minute, that's not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I'll have an ache in my right arm. If I hold it for a day, you'll have to call an ambulance. In each case it's the same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes." She continued, "and that's the way it is with stress. If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, as the burden becomes increasingly heavy, we won't be able to carry on."
"As with the glass of water, you have to put it down for a while and rest before holding it again. When we're refreshed, we can carry on with the burden - holding stress longer and better each time practiced. So, as early in the evening as you can, put all your burdens down. Don't carry them through the evening and into the night... pick them up tomorrow.
Whatever burdens you're carrying now, let them down for a moment. Relax, pick them up later after you've rested. Life is short. Enjoy it and the now 'supposed' stress that you've conquered!"
1 * Accept the fact that some days you're the pigeon, and some days you're the statue!
2 * Always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you have to eat them.
3 * Always read stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.
4 * Drive carefully... It's not only cars that can be recalled by their Maker..
5 * If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.
6 * If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it..
7 * It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.
8 * Never buy a car you can't push.
9 * Never put both feet in your mouth at the same time, because then you won't have a leg to stand on.
10 * Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.
11 * Since it's the early worm that gets eaten by the bird, sleep late.
12 * The second mouse gets the cheese.
13 * When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.
14 * Birthdays are good for you. The more you have, the longer you live.
15 * You may be only one person in the world, but you may also be the world to one person.
16 * Some mistakes are too much fun to make only once.
17 * We could learn a lot from crayons. Some are sharp, some are pretty and some are dull. Some have weird names and all are different colors, but they all have to live in the same box.
18 * A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.
19 * Have an awesome day and know that someone has thought about you today.
20 * It was us, your friends!
*Save the earth..... It's the only planet with chocolate !*
We hope this served its purpose!
Well, meowmy left us for a few days to go to Ontario and visit her sister and aunt, because her aunt was having her 92nd birthday! And she is doing well, and enjoys all the things her life is blessed with!
She took dog-guy with her, so we had a staycation that was good at least in that regard...but all of a sudden pawppy who was supposed to be staying with us, had to make an emergency trip to Washington, DC. Our Grammy had a massive stroke:( Meowmy asked pawppy if he wanted her to go along, but he said no, that she would have to go in a separate car, and she could not take any more time off her (fairly new) job...since they do not allow enough time to attend a funeral so far away...and yes our Grammy did pass away on the 8th.
(Do not feel too sad for us, Grammy has not been well at all and suffered from severe dementia for a long time, so this is a release from her earthly frailties.)
So meowmy hurried back home from her trip, and now we are here alone...at least for several more days...and meowmy will be missing both the funeral and the memorial service...but at least we can communicate at any time with pawppy via the 'puter or phone...
Tomorrow meowmy has to go back to work...probably a good thing to get her mind on other things!
Sunday the 13th is her birthday...so us kitties will have to do the entertaining for her! We are good at that, we think. It sure will be a strange day for her! And she has to work that day, too, MOL!
Is this stress? MOL! She is glad that we know how to help...we are good at purring and lapwarming...
Well she did go to a group of friends this morning, so at least she is not alone...and her church is a big support, too.
Purrs to all and thanks for stopping by for your own dose of stress relief!
November 24th 2011 10:41 am
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Well, pals we haven't any wisdom to pen here in a while...nor do we today!
But we do have a funny poem to share with you, that meowmy dug up in the interwebs..
The Thanksgiving Poem
T’was the eve of Thanksgiving,
But I just couldn’t sleep.
I tried counting backwards,
I tried counting sheep.
The leftovers beckoned,
The dark meat and white.
But I fought the temptation,
With all of my might.
Tossing and turning,
The thought of a snack
So I raced to the kitchen,
Flung open the door,
And gazed at the fridge,
Full of goodies galore.
I gobbled up turkey,
And buttered potatoes,
Pickles and carrots,
Beans and tomatoes.
I felt myself swelling,
So plump and so round.
‘til all of a sudden,
I rose off the ground.
I crashed through the ceiling,
Floating into the sky,
With a mouthful of pudding,
And a handful of pie.
But I managed to yell
As I soared past the trees
Happy eating to all,
Pass the cranberries, please!!
May your stuffing be tasty
May your turkey be plump.
May your potatoes and gravy
Have nary a lump.
May your yams be delicious,
May your pies take the prize
And May your Thanksgiving dinner
Stay off of your thighs!
Now that you are all giggling, your dinner of whatever feast you indulged in may settle and digest better, MOL!
Happy Thanksgiving to all of our precious furends!♥♥♥
December 3rd 2011 8:34 am
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Here is another really neat item meowmy helped us hunt out of the Christmas storage on the big web world treasure chest:
There are no mistakes when one puts God in the picture....
The "W" in Christmas
Each December, I vowed to make Christmas a calm and peaceful experience. I had cut back on nonessential obligations - extensive card writing, endless baking, decorating, and even overspending. Yet still, I found myself exhausted, unable to appreciate the precious family moments, and of course, the true meaning of Christmas.
My son, Nicholas, was in kindergarten that year. It was an exciting season for a six year old. For weeks, he'd been memorizing songs for his school's "Winter Pageant." I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd be working the night of the production. Unwilling to miss his shining moment, I spoke with his teacher. She assured me there'd be a dress rehearsal the morning of the presentation. All parents unable to attend that evening were welcome to come then. Fortunately, Nicholas seemed happy with the compromise. So, the morning of the dress rehearsal, I filed in ten minutes early, found a spot on the cafeteria floor and sat down. Around the room, I saw several other parents quietly scampering to their seats. As I waited, the students were led into the room. Each class, accompanied by their teacher, sat cross-legged on the floor. Then, each group, one by one, rose to perform their song. Because the public school system had long stopped referring to the holiday as "Christmas," I didn't expect anything other than fun, commercial entertainment songs of reindeer, Santa Claus, snowflakes and good cheer. So, when my son's class rose to sing, "Christmas Love," I was slightly taken aback by its bold title. Nicholas was aglow, as were all of his classmates, adorned in fuzzy mittens, red sweaters, and bright snow caps upon their heads. Those in the front row, center stage, held up large letters, one by one, to spell out the title of the song. As the class would sing "C is for Christmas," a child would hold up the letter C. Then, "H is for Happy," and on and on, until each child holding up his portion had presented the complete message, "Christmas Love." The performance was going smoothly, until suddenly, we noticed her; a small, quiet, girl in the front row holding the letter "M" upside down - totally unaware her letter "M" appeared as a "W".
The audience of 1st through 6th graders snickered at this little one's mistake. But she had no idea they were laughing at her, so she stood tall, proudly holding her "W". Although many teachers tried to shush the children, the laughter continued until the last letter was raised, and we all saw it together.
A hush came over the audience and eyes began to widen. In that instant, we understood the reason we were there, why we celebrated the holiday in the first place, why even in the chaos, there was a purpose for our festivities.
For when the last letter was held high, the message read loud and clear:
"C H R I S T W A S L O V E"
And, I believe, He still is.
Amazed in His presence... .humbled by His love.
Again, HAVE A BLESSED CHRISTMAS SEASON!
We hope you enjoyed this as much as we did!
Meowy Catmas to all of our furends!!
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