ORLANDO -- Worshippers who don't like to leave their sad-eyed pets behind can now take them to "doggie church."

Don't worry. This should help with those baggy eyes.

Incase the picture don't show.......

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Cute.

But how about this?

  I want one, but I want the opposite, a puppy-kitty - more dog than cat. I was thinking about a cross let's say between a German Shepherd and a Mountain Lion. WOW! - that would make a great guard puppy-kitty! AND, it could do the job from a tree or the top of the house. One would simply have to clean the bones of trespassers out of the yard once or twice a week. 




(Small Print: am I in trouble yet?)

You mean...like this?

[LOL!]

Daddy asked her if a puppy would make her feel better. She sniffed that it probably would help.

LOL!

And I wanted a horse. All my life. Forever. But I could never persuade my better half that I "needed" a horse. I reasoned. I begged. I cajoled. No go! Nothing practical about it, an additional expense. It's a lifelong investment. If me or the kids lose interest it will still have to be fed. All those "mature" reasons.  I even tried the; "But if I die you'll have to live with knowing that I never got a horse"... and he replied: "If you die, I'll be stuck with the horse". 

LOL!

Ain't she the purtiest thing? 
And that gorgeous man in the back is mine, too! 

I can't see! But YAY!

Wow! This looks like it ought to be on some kind of Save-the-Ecosystem, Circle of Life poster! Or maybe on a Bible cover...astounding!

Sometimes he acted more like a dog always following me around. I would turn him out to pastuer in the summer and when he heard my car coming down the road he would run all the way up to barn waiting for me to get there.

How faithful!

Yah.  The only time I drink coffee is in the morning.  And sometimes in the late morning.  Then maybe a cup in the afternoon.  Maybe some around supper time.  Rarely right before an evening snack.  Never right before bed.  Unless I really want a cup.   

Your front entrance picture is kinda dark and the rear entrance pictues is a broken link??

*sigh*
Of course it doesn't work; I made it, didn't I? 

  Oh, wonderful!

Here you go brother, and yes I need to refinish the table. I have all my Bible study on the other end, so you don't get to see it.........

Wow. 

[Hey Sweetpeas!I'm just sneaking in for a bit and saw your reply . . . . I'm kind of afraid to sell my birdhouses ~ I'm on Disability and don't want to give them a reason to cut my "reward"]

Hey Sweetpeas!

I'm just sneaking in for a bit and saw your reply . . . . I'm kind of afraid to sell my birdhouses ~ I'm on Disability and don't want to give them a reason to cut my "reward"

Why not take "donations"? 

Some of our friends are deer hunters, and they aren't allowed to sell the venison; but its perfectly legal for them to *give* us some meat, in exchange for a *donation*.

But donations might look too much like a "reward". 

[Front entrance...]

You're all wimps. You know that?

Here's what I built:


Front entrance...



Rear entrance...



Interior...



And the outhouse...

[How many psychiatrists does it take to change a light bulb? Only one. But the light bulb really has to want to change!]

How many psychiatrists does it take to change a light bulb?  Only one. But the light bulb really has to want to change!   

=^..^=

LOL! 

1 Kings 18, 19:1-8

     We like to mock Elijah. Oh, that man of little faith. That cowardly, doubting man. We take comfort in the fact that Elijah, even Elijah, doubted his God and ran away when trouble came.
     Somebody mocked Elijah’s disciple. Go on up, you old man, you old bald man. Then the bears came. Oh, my. Oh my what? Oh my God!
     God laughed through Elijah. The God that speaks with the mouths of prophets also laughs through them. "Who is God, anyway? Dagon’s son? Is Baal true God? Let’s see about that. Dance, you priests. Scream, you prophets. Where is he, anyway? Is he taking a nap? Is he on vacation? Where is this deaf, dumb god?"
     They raved all day. They ranted till evening. God laughed. And the joke was not over.
     "Your god, your deaf, dumb, absentee god, wouldn’t visit dry wood and fresh meat. Wait, I’m not done yet. I have perfect confidence that the true God will glorify Himself. He’s done it before, and He’ll do it again. He made the world out of water and He’ll destroy it with fire, till the seas are licked dry and no place is found for them. Dig a moat. Fill it up. Water, water everywhere. Wet the tinder. Soak the alter. Swamp this holy spot. Who is God, anyway? He flooded the earth and He’ll burn it clean."
     Who is this king of glory? This is Israel’s God, this heavenly flame that leaves a desert bush unburned, but drinks up water and licks up the dust that’s left behind. This is how God laughs - the laughter of a wild and glorious God. He laughed through Elijah. Through David and Samuel. He laughed through a prophet in the palaces of Egypt. He laughed through a son born to an old, old man. He laughs; He is a jealous, joyous God. Boys and ostriches and old prophets laugh because they are strong. When men laugh scornfully God scorns them for the dust that they are. When Men laugh helplessly, as dust laughs, they see a God of holy humor; fire dinks water, and water turns to wine, and a single flask of oil fills all the empty jars of a clan. He makes Creation ridiculous to Men, and sends fools to confound the wise, and tells dandelions to split sidewalks. He does it because He is God. He does it to His own glory. He does it for the joy set before Him. When the ostrich laughs at horse and rider, this is God laughing at His great things through His foolish things. He owns the cattle of a thousand hills and the bronze-boned Behemoth, and still He loves His sparrows.
     But God did not mock when Elijah hid.
     Elijah came to a wilderness place, weary and weighed down by a troubled spirit. He came to a lonesome spot to be alone with God. He did not take his life into his own hands; he sought the God of sparrows and behemoths and burdened men, and said, Take this cup from me. Give me Your permission to die. I am so tired; I am only a man, no greater than other men.
     God did not mock Elijah. God did not say, Oh ye of little faith! You saw Me defeat the priests of Baal! You saw My glory made known in Israel! How strong you were then, oh yes, when the day was going well! Now you run and hide at the threat of Man - and not only of men, but of a woman!
     God did not scorn Elijah. In that barrenness, a godly, lonely man humbly sought his God and asked to end. And his God gave him rest.
     Once a man crossed a valley of blood and entered a garden and prayed for deliverance. If it is your will, God. If it is possible. The journey is too difficult. I am alone.
     God did not mock the prophet hidden in the wasteland. The Father did not mock His Son hidden in the garden. He gave them comfort; He gave them strength. He sent His heavenly servants to their aid. And the journey was no longer too hard to bear. His name shall be called Immanuel, God with us; His wrath lasts only a moment, and His lovingkindness endures forever.
     
-Joy

Now see, Feng Shui wouldn't work for me. I have to rearrange furniture. It is an OCD thing. I can't put things in one place for long. It just doesn't seem NORMAL.

I come from Massachusetts originally, so this doesn't work for me again. Reason being: We say LEFT, RIGHT, GO STRAIGHT, etc. We don't use North, South, East or West. My house would need a compass and I think that would offset the magnetic balance or something.

I hate goldfish. I don't like anything that has a memory of 3 seconds. Wait, what did I just say? I forgot.

LOL!!!

Windchimes INSIDE the house? Um, is Feng Shui a thing where you have to keep blowing on them to make wind or keep a ceiling fan going? I would have to get rid of the triple pane windows and go back to the single pane, broken ones I bought the house with. It's a good thing for someone with lots of hot air to let out. Benny Hinn..where are you?

To share my OCD problem and furniture: One night, I decided to change the bedroom around. My husband worked nights. We lived on a lake and had no outside lights where we lived so, when he came home, it was very dark. He didn't turn the light on when he came to bed. I woke to a terrible THUMP and a few choice words to go with it. He had sat down on the edge of the bed but, found nothing there when he did so. He went straight onto the floor!

He turns lights on now. Heck, he even calls home to ask me what I have done with the house while he was out.

 

Anyway, I do like sushi. That must count for something. 

I like sushi, and I liked this post. Nice to meet you, Kelly!


For PastorRoger: "Ack! Nassty cooking, *gollum*! You ruin our fisshes!"