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Saturday, September 20, 2014
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
When God Created Mothers
When
the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into His sixth day of
overtime when the angel appeared and said, "You're doing a lot of
fiddling around on this one."
And God said, "Have you read the specs on this order? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic. Have 180 moveable parts, all replaceable. Run on black coffee and leftovers. Have a lap that disappears when she stands up. A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair. And six pairs of hands."
The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands? No way!"
"It's not the hands that are causing me problems," God remarked, "It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have."
"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel. God nodded.
"One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks 'What are you kids doing in there?' when she already knows. Another here on the back of her head that sees what she shouldn't but what she has to know, and, of course, the ones here in front that can look at the child when he goofs up and she'd say 'I understand and I love you' without so much as uttering a word."
"God," said the angel touching his sleeve gently, "Get some rest for tomorrow."
"I can't," said God, "I'm so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick, can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger, and can get a nine year old to stand under a shower."
The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed.
"But tough!" said God excitedly. "You can imagine what this mother can do or endure."
"Can it think?"
"Not only can it think, but it can reason and compromise," said the Creator.
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek.
"There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told You that You were trying to put too much into this model."
"It's not a leak," said the Lord, "It's a tear."
"What's it for?"
"It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride."
"You are a genius, " said the angel.
Somberly, God said, "I didn't put it there.”
And God said, "Have you read the specs on this order? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic. Have 180 moveable parts, all replaceable. Run on black coffee and leftovers. Have a lap that disappears when she stands up. A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair. And six pairs of hands."
The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands? No way!"
"It's not the hands that are causing me problems," God remarked, "It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have."
"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel. God nodded.
"One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks 'What are you kids doing in there?' when she already knows. Another here on the back of her head that sees what she shouldn't but what she has to know, and, of course, the ones here in front that can look at the child when he goofs up and she'd say 'I understand and I love you' without so much as uttering a word."
"God," said the angel touching his sleeve gently, "Get some rest for tomorrow."
"I can't," said God, "I'm so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick, can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger, and can get a nine year old to stand under a shower."
The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed.
"But tough!" said God excitedly. "You can imagine what this mother can do or endure."
"Can it think?"
"Not only can it think, but it can reason and compromise," said the Creator.
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek.
"There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told You that You were trying to put too much into this model."
"It's not a leak," said the Lord, "It's a tear."
"What's it for?"
"It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride."
"You are a genius, " said the angel.
Somberly, God said, "I didn't put it there.”
Thursday, September 11, 2014
"Mi Familia y Yo"
¡Hola! ¡Buenos tardes señora y mis compañeros de clase!Mi familia es una familia alegre.
Nosotros vivimos en la provincia de Iloilo.
Iloilo es un lugar muy habitabale y es bueno para nadar y para visitar muchos iglesias y muchos catedrales. Es os son centenarios. Nosotros visitamos Iloilo cuando nosotros tenemos el tiempo.
De todos modos, yo continuo.
Mi padre se llama Isaiash. El tiene cincuenta y tres años. (Creo que si..) El es un poco viejo ja. El es capitan de un barco. Ahora, el esta en Iran. Cuando mi padre esta en Iloilo, el disfruta cocinar para todos nosotros durante los Domingos. Yo se que el ama mi madre muchisimo.
Mi madre se llama Carol. Ella tiene cincuenta y cinco años. ¡Espera!, ella no es asi. Ella tiene cincuenta y cuatro años. Antes, ella es empleada en una compania electrica. Ahora, ella es jubilada. Mi madre es baja pero ella tiene el corazon grande. Ella ama todos nosotros. Tambien, mi madre cocina el major Carne Frito. ¡Muy delicioso!Ahora, una de mis hermanas y yo vivimos aqui, en Katipunan. Se llama Niña. Ella estudia en el colegio en la Universidad de Ateneo de Manila antes y ahora ella estudia medicina en la Escuela de Salud Publica y Medicina de Ateneo. Mi hermana es guapa y muy dedicada en sus estudios. Ella y yo amamos tomar cafe juntos. Ella es soltera aun.
De vuelta en Iloilo, mi otra hermana estudia en el colegio tambie. Ella es mi hermana mas joven y es la mas bonita. Mi hermana se llama Czena. Ella estudia ser una azafata en el futuro. Ella ama vestir se especialmente cuando nosotros vamos a la iglesia los Domingos o cuando nosotros viajamos a muchos lugares.Finalmente, soy Isaiah. Soy el unico hijo de mis padres. Por la tanto, soy el mas guapo en mi familia. Estudio ingeniera civil. Soy joven aun y el mundo espera para mi. Tambien, se jugar al futbol.
¡Asi que vamos a hacer esto!
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