For my birthday this year, my hubby got me a big fat Pac-Man frog. It was so much fun to tell one of my dearest pals on the phone because she said, "A what? Huh? Oh, like a little porcelain figurine?" It seemed everyone I spoke to just did not understand exactly what a "frog" was. (0:
After much debate, he was named Trevor (after the toad on Harry Potter) and in the week I have had him, he has already doubled in size! It seems pac-man frogs are only made of 2 parts- a mouth and stomach. I swear if you stare at him long enough you can see him get fatter. In fact, they get their name from the arcade game because all they do is chomp-chomp-chomp...
I will keep you up on all his many antics! The first one is, again, courtesy of my dear hubby... I was telling him I needed to change out the "fake dirt" every week and he said, "I thought you only had to change reptile soil once every 2 or 3 weeks." I said that may be true, but, frogs were amphibians, not reptiles. Scott then looked at me, completely straight faced and said, "Well, whatever you have to do to keep him healthy... we wouldn't want him to have A-REPTILE DYSFUNCTION". Ha ha ha!!!! Go ahead, say it out loud again... it really is pretty cute!
Towards the end of the Roman Empire, a 16 year old boy was kidnapped and forced into slavery just outside the border of what was considered the "civilized world".
The young man had never been particularly religious; however, he was kept and worked under the worst of conditions. So, in desperation, he began to pray to God every day that he might survive the ordeal and one day escape to freedom. After more than 5 years as a slave, he managed to escape. After walking 200 miles, he made it to a coast where he found a ship that carried him away.
Upon returning home, to what is now England, his parents were delighted to see him and begged him to never leave them again. However, young Patricius began to hear voices that told him he must bring Christ to the land of savages where he was enslaved. So, he set off to do just that.
That is how a young British boy grew up to be the patron Saint of Ireland... Saint Patrick. Not by driving the snakes out of Ireland, but, by converting the idol-worshiping druids and nearly the entire population of Ireland, to Christianity.
One of the most unusual, and original, extreme sports, "The Iditarod Dog Sled Race" begins in Alaska today. This race will take the 62 teams over 1,150 miles of some of the roughest and yet most beautiful terrain in the world.
Beginning in Anchorage (South Central Alaska) the sleds will travel in below freezing temperatures to Nome (Western Bering Sea Coast). Between 12-16 dogs and their musher will travel this extreme terrain (dense forest, frozen tundra and rivers, and across mountain ranges) in 10-17 days.
The race commemorates a life-saving journey in 1925 when Nome was stricken with a diphtheria epidemic that was killing their town. Heroes were made when this journey started to bring the serum back that would save this town. Without those mushers and their loyal, hard-working pack, many more lives would have been lost.
I admire their dedication and am envious of the view! Photos are by Jeff Schultz a premier photographer in Alaska.
Well, after a lot of gentle prodding from my friends, I have come back to my blog after a long break. I am sure everyone can understand that life just got a little crazy! Funny how it seems to do that! I am still with D.R. Horton, however, I have been moved to new communities 3 times (which that in itself is a little overwhelming) and I have started my own web-site for my arts, crafts and gifts. Check it out at www.CraftsBySara.com I am so proud of it and very excited that this dream is finally a reality.
I am gearing up for another fun round of posts so watch out world! I am back!!
My partner's daughter is just about the most precious child I have ever seen.
She is beautiful, charismatic, and says the cutest stuff ever.
Her first day of kindergarten was this week and she told her daddy... "Kiss my hands all over. That way when I am missing you, I can kiss my hands and it will be like I am kissing you." It should be illegal to be that cute!
Then, as she told me of her first day of kindergarten, she said, "Ms. Sara, can I ask you a question?" I said of course and she asked, "Are you a teenager?" I simply responded, "That is why I love you so much!" Can you blame me?
Okay guys... FUN riddle. Let's see how creative "ya'll" are (had to throw my Texas twang in there). Anyone else like riddles? If so, here is a fun one for you. Please do not spoil it if you already know the answer!!
Here is the only rule...
You can ask me any questions you want, however, I can only answer yes, no, or irrelevent.
The riddle is this...
A man is on a walk. His suit rips, he dies... why?
One Sunday morning, the pastor noticed little Alex standing in the foyer of the church staring up at a large plaque. It was covered with names and small American flags mounted on either side of it. The six-year old had been staring at the plaque for some time, so the pastor walked up, stood beside the little boy, and said quietly, 'Good morning Alex.'
'Good morning Pastor,' he replied, still focused on the plaque. 'Pastor, what is this?'
The pastor said, 'Well son, it's a memorial to all the young men and women who died in the service.'
For a time, soberly, they just stood together, staring at the large plaque.
Finally, little Alex's voice, barely audible and trembling with fear asked, 'Which service, the 8:30 or the 10:45?'
Smile, it is a gift that gives to you and all you encounter!
I am proud of the company I work for... however, nothing has made my chest swell more with pride than an e-mail sent by our President and CEO, Don Tomnitz. This one is FANTASTIC. It read as follows:
ONE WISE TEACHER
Back in September of 2005, on the first day of school, Martha Cothren, aSocial Studies teacher at Robinson High School in Little Rock, didsomething not to be forgotten.
On the first day of school, with the permission of the school superintendent, the principal and the building supervisor, she removed allof the desks out of her classroom. When the first period kids entered theroom they discovered that there were no desks.
Looking around, confused, they asked, 'Ms. Cothren, where're our desks?'
She replied, 'You can't have a desk until you tell me what you have done toearn the right to sit at a desk.'They thought, 'Well, maybe it's ourgrades.' 'No,' she said.'Maybe it's our behavior.' She told them, 'No,it's not even your behavior.'
And so, they came and went, the first period, second period, third period,still no desks in the classroom. By early afternoon television news crewshad started gathering in Ms. Cothren's classroom to report about this crazyteacher who had taken all the desks out of her room.
The final period of the day came and as the puzzled students found seats onthe floor of the desk less classroom, Martha Cothren said, 'Throughout theday no one has been able to tell me just what he/she has done to earn theright to sit at the desks that are ordinarily found in this classroom. Now I am going to tell you.'
At this point, Martha Cothren went over to the door of her classroom andopened it. Twenty-seven (27) U.S. Veterans, all in uniforms, walked into thatclassroom, each one carrying a school desk. The Vets began placing the school desks in rows, and then they would walk over and stand alongside thewall.
By the time the last soldier had set the final desk in place those kidsstarted to understand, perhaps for the first time in their lives, just howthe right to sit at those desks had been earned.
Martha said, 'You didn't earn the right to sit at these desks. These heroesdid it for you. They placed the desks here for you. Now, it's up to you tosit in them. It is your responsibility to learn, to be good students, to begood citizens. They paid the price so that you could have the freedom toget an education. Don't ever forget it.'
This is a true story....
If you can read this - thank a teacher!
If you can read it in English - thank a soldier!
If you can understand the message - Thank God!
A veteran - whether active duty, retired, national guard or reserve - issomeone who, at one point in their life, signed a blank check made payableto 'The United States of America', for an amount of 'up to and including mylife.' That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no longer understand it.
As many of you know, I am "little merry sunshine" and ALWAYS willing to share! This beautiful plant originates in the subtropics of Brazil and Argentina. This plant will "tolerate" full shade (like in the indirect lights of your office or in a dark corner of your yard) but it thrives in FULL Texas sun! I told you it was easy (0:
What makes it a great landscape plant in our extreme environment is its unique ability to survive both drought and flood. So, the pounding Texas rain followed by nothing will suit this little plant just fine.
It is tough, fast growing (can be aggressive), and can be cultivated year round. I can't mail this one but I can give you cuttings if you come by to see me. All you do is bury the cuttings with a leaf or 2 popping out and you will have beautiful plants in no time. They die back at frost but come back just as beautiful every year. Would you like some? Just come by for a clipping!
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After much debate, he was named Trevor (after the toad on Harry Potter) and in the week I have had him, he has already doubled in size! It seems pac-man frogs are only made of 2 parts- a mouth and stomach. I swear if you stare at him long enough you can see him get fatter. In fact, they get their name from the arcade game because all they do is chomp-chomp-chomp...
then looked at me, completely straight faced and said, "Well, whatever you have to do to keep him healthy... we wouldn't want him to have A-REPTILE DYSFUNCTION". Ha ha ha!!!! Go ahead, say it out loud again... it really is pretty cute!
The young man had never been particularly religious; however, he was kept and worked under the worst of conditions. So, in desperation, he began to pray to God every day that he might survive the ordeal and one day escape to freedom. After more than 5 years as a slave, he managed to escape. After walking 200 miles, he made it to a coast where he found a ship that carried him away. 
that was killing their town. Heroes were made when this journey started to bring the serum back that would save this town. Without those mushers and their loyal, hard-working pack, many more lives would have been lost. 
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