Be Nice


A pillow in a friend’s guest room. It always makes me smile.


So Humble


Yesterday my son brought our three oldest grand kids to the airport to spend the afternoon with us. Grandpa treated them each to very thrilling airplane rides, which they were quite enthusiastic about in the retelling! Later we went mini golfing and then out for supper.

We dined at the local A&W, and once we had our order, discovered that two drinks were missing. Grandpa Lloyd dug in his pocket to pull out more change to pay for the missing drinks, but my son beat him to it.

Ten year old Toby put his hand out pretending to take Grandpa’s money for himself. So Grandpa went along and pretended to put the coins in Toby’s hand.

Toby laughed and said, “I’m just kidding. You don’t have to give me the money.” So Grandpa put the money back in his pocket.

Toby frowned through his grin and teased, “Hey, you were supposed to give me more since I was being so humble!”


Daily Routine

Two year old Eli’s tummy was rumbling, as his family drove home from a Sunday outing.
Suddenly he piped up , “Da, E (the name he calls himself) got animals in bum.” 
Jord and Melissa looked at each other, frowned in confusion and asked him to repeat his statement. Which he did. Exactly as the first time.
Jord said, “Ok, well, we will see if we can get them out when we get home.”
Eli was fine with that. He matter of factly agreed, “Yep, get out animals, brush teeth and go to bed.” Just part of his daily routine!!



photo credit – IsaacLKoval – Istockphoto 

A class professor was giving a lecture on company slogans and was asking his students if they were familiar with them.
“Joe,” he asked, “which company has the slogan, ‘come fly the friendly skies’?”
Joe answered the correct airline.
“Brenda, can you tell me which company has the slogan, “Don’t leave home without it?”
Brenda answered the correct credit card company with no difficulty.
“Now John, tell me which company bears the slogan, ‘Just do it’?”
And John answered, “Mom.”


Prayer Weary



photo by Jess Wiberg

An elaborately trained little fellow who had nightly to pray for blessings on “mamma, and papa, grandpapa, and grandmamma,” and all his uncles, his aunts, and his cousins, committing each by name, after exhausting the catalogue one evening, heaved a heavy sigh and exclaimed wearily, “Oh, dear, I wish these people would pray for themselves, for I am so tired of praying for them all!”