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Tempting Treats & Noms Thursday TDK Cafe
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Mmm, bevies are brewing, eggs are scrambling, bacon in frying, bread is toasting, juices & moo drinks are pouring and mimosa or choclate fountain is flowing! Fresh fruit & cheese platter along with pastries are ready too! Me, need a cuppa java quick, be back in a bit...smooch to Tux w/paw up & waves to anyone who stops bye...later!
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Paws up JK....have a good day :)
Posted 8 months ago by AZDEBRA 5/27 & crew #
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Hi JK & Deb. I'm in the mood for scrambled eggs with diced cheese and taylor ham. A glass of pineapple juice and I should be good to go.
Keepin' the chin up :)Posted 8 months ago by JoanfromNewJersey #
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Morning, all. Slightly sunnier day here, metaphorically speaking. We were able to make some changes to our travel plans that Mr. K wanted (and which made sense, but I wish he had spelled them out for me before he left for Germany). He's also feeling less jet lagged, so that's positive.
Joan, I'm sending you a basket of kittens that you can take to work with you; they're guaranteed to fend off any "that place" yuckiness.
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Back for a topper on my cuppa joe...we all crashed the new 'puter training system...not really lost since it is a test system but w/3 peeps on it went down...hmmm...what a way to have fun on a dreary TGITH! Anyway back to the old routine on the old system now...hopeful to be back later!
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JK, lol love (not) new computer training!
Morning Kilroy, Siobhan and Joan :)
Posted 8 months ago by AZDEBRA 5/27 & crew #
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I'm loving this basket 'o kittens! Keeping me sane...
Posted 8 months ago by JoanfromNewJersey #
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JK, oh I do understand!
Joan, sanity is sometimes over-rated.
Posted 8 months ago by AZDEBRA 5/27 & crew #
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Agree totally Kilroy...went thru 2 systems at my last place of employment! However, currently this place the 2 of us have the older 'puters & programs & we do the most input...soooo duh, time to get the office "gals" some new equipment before go live!(Salesmen etc all have the newer/kinda biased around here ya hear...sshh,trying not to complain so lound!) Yeah, I guess I need my own basket o'kits/sorry for the vent...sneaks out...whispers happy to have a job tho...
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I have read this before and it was worth reading again, it was written by Sister Helen Mrosla and published in the book, Heart of a Teacher. Yes it is long....
From Heart of a Teacher
by Paula FoxHe was in the first third grade class I taught at Saint Mary's School in Morris, Minnesota. All 34 of my students were dear to me, but Mark Eklund was one in a million. Very neat in appearance, he had that happy-to-be-alive attitude that made even his occasional mischievousness delightful.
Mark talked incessantly. I had to remind him again and again that talking without permission was not acceptable. What impressed me so much, though, was his sincere response every time I had to correct him for misbehaving. "Thank you for correcting me, Sister!" I didn't know what to make of it at first, but before long I became accustomed to hearing it many times a day.
One morning my patience was growing thin when Mark talked once too often, and then I made a novice teacher's mistake. I looked at Mark and said, "If you say one more word, I am going to tape your mouth shut!" It wasn't ten seconds later when Chuck blurted out, "Mark is talking again." I hadn't asked any of the students to help me watch Mark, but since I had stated the punishment in front of the class, I had to act on it. I remember the scene as if it had occurred this morning. I walked to my desk, very deliberately opened my drawer and took out a roll of masking tape. Without saying a word, I proceeded to Mark's desk, tore off two pieces of tape and made a big X with them over his mouth. I then returned to the front of the room. As I glanced at Mark to see how he was doing, he winked at me. That did it! I started laughing. The class cheered as I walked back to Mark's desk, removed the tape, and shrugged my shoulders. His first words were, "Thank you for correcting me, Sister."
At the end of the year, I was asked to teach junior-high math. The years flew by, and before I knew it Mark was in my classroom again. He was more handsome than ever and just as polite. Since he had to listen carefully to my instruction in the "new math," he did not talk as much in ninth grade as he had in third. One Friday, things just didn't feel right. We had worked hard on a new concept all week, and I sensed that the students were frowning, frustrated with themselves and edgy with one another. I had to stop this crankiness before it got out of hand. So I asked them to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then I told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed me the papers. Charlie smiled. Mark said, "Thank you for teaching me, Sister. Have a good weekend." That Saturday, I wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and I listed what everyone else had said about that individual.
On Monday I gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" I heard whispered. "I never knew that meant anything to anyone! I didn't know others liked me so much." No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. I never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another again.
That group of students moved on. Several years later, after I returned from vacation, my parents met me at the airport. As we were driving home, Mother asked me the usual questions about the trip, the weather, my experiences in general. There was a lull in the conversation. Mother gave Dad a sideways glance and simply said, "Dad?" My father cleared his throat as he usually did before something important. "The Eklunds called last night," he began. "Really?" I said. "I haven't heard from them in years. I wonder how Mark is." Dad responded quietly. "Mark was killed in Vietnam," he said. "The funeral is tomorrow, and his parents would like it if you could attend." To this day I can still point to the exact spot on I-494 where Dad told me about Mark.
I had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. Mark looked so handsome, so mature. All I could think at that moment was, "Mark, I would give all the masking tape in the world if only you would talk to me." The church was packed with Mark's friends. Chuck's sister sang "The Battle Hymn of the Republic." Why did it have to rain on the day of the funeral? It was difficult enough at the graveside. The pastor said the usual prayers, and the bugler played taps. One by one those who loved Mark took a last walk by the coffin and sprinkled it with holy water. I was the last one to bless the coffin. As I stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to me. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. I nodded as I continued to stare at the coffin. "Mark talked about you a lot," he said.
After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates headed to Chuck's farmhouse for lunch. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting for me. "We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it." Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. I knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which I had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him. "Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it." Mark's classmates started to gather around us. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. I keep it in the top drawer of my desk at home." Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album." "I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary." Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times," Vicki said without batting an eyelash. "I think we all saved our lists." That's when I finally sat down and cried. I cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.
The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be. So please, tell the people you love and care for that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.
Posted 8 months ago by AZDEBRA 5/27 & crew #
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*sharing kittens - there are enough for all!*
Thanks for the reminder about sanity, Deb :)Posted 8 months ago by JoanfromNewJersey #
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From Fancy Feast
Have you read the book “50 Simple Ways to Pamper Your Cat”? We can’t put it down. It’s full of advice, ideas and tips for indulging our pets. Here’s one of our favorites: “Warm a blanket in the dryer and drape it on your cat during chilly nights to help her fall asleep.”
Posted 8 months ago by AZDEBRA 5/27 & crew #
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When the boys were old, I would hang a rug in front of the woodburner on cold winter nights. I would put it down at their food bowls right before feeding them so their feet wouldn't get cold while they ate. I do it now for this next generation. You don't have to be old to appreciate warm feet on a cold winter night!
Posted 8 months ago by JoanfromNewJersey #
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Thank you, Deb. That was beautiful.
Posted 8 months ago by paulajeanne #
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Nice story that Caroline put up on FB....
The Grannies
We're a pair of 21-year-old sisters. Yup you read that right - 21 years old. We were just tiny kittens when MC Hammer was cool (thankfully). Being from NYC, we watched the towers crumble and felt the sadness of the world. But every New Years, we felt hope born anew with a really big party in Times Square! But all of that was before our owner suddenly died. We kept trying to wake him up but we couldn't - no matter how loud we purred. We were so sad and lonely ... and hungry! We couldn't get to our food and no one was there to care for us. We spent each day getting hungrier and hungrier. Just when we thought we couldn't get hungrier - someone found us. And then next thing we knew, we had food but in a small, cold, metal box. And we were alone!! We missed each other terribly and though we could feel each other nearby, I couldn't see my lifelong friend Juliet, and she couldn't see me. The place we were in was super scary ... we saw a man with a red cage come and get cats and disappear with them. They screamed and cried when they went in the red cage. And they never came back. I heard someone say it was a 'kill shelter'. A couple of days later, we heard that we were on "The List". We didn't know what "The List" was but we just knew that it wasn't good. We just laid at the back of our cold cages - waiting for "The List" or the red cage or whatever fate was to befall us. But then a nice lady came into the room where our cages were. She smelled different - not like the shelter workers. Like a friend. We tried our best to make our emaciated bodies look pretty and young but we didn't need to. As soon as the lady saw how old we were she started crying and told the shelter worker she'd take us. Well - fast forward a week and we're living in the lap of luxury! There's fresh water all the time, as much yummy food as we can eat, soft beds to sleep in, a lap to lie on ... it would only be better if our owner was there - we loved him a lot. But our foster mommy said she would care for us and find us a place where we can live out our golden years in care and comfort. Speaking of our golden years ... we went to the vet. We didn't want to but foster mommy said we had to. See, we're extremely thin - under 4.5lbs each. At that weight we'd be banned from a LOT of fashion runways!! Incredibly, the vet said we're pretty healthy! Juliet has a wheezy chest and I have a heart murmur ... other than that, we just need some good food and love. And we just know that our foster mommy will make sure we get that! Thanks for reading our story - and liking our page! We just want to get the word out that senior pets - though short on remaining years - have much wisdom, love, and peace to share! Love, Granny Kate Update 2/14/11: We are the luckiest kitties in the whole world! Foster mommy bought us both collars and said that we were forever home. Yup - us old girls have a home for the rest of our lives!! We've been eating really good too and now we each weigh just over 5 whole pounds! The nice vet said that was a good weight and we shouldn't eat more. But we love to eat! We can't wait to meet you on our page :) Love, Granny Juliet Update 3/25/11: Granny Kate has gone to the Rainbow Bridge today. My heart is broken but I know that she is no longer in pain and at peace. Until I meet her again, I will think of her always. Love, Granny JulietPosted 8 months ago by AZDEBRA 5/27 & crew #
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Found a drop of blood in the bathroom this morning so started to check everyone and see where it was coming from. Finally got to Red and he had this dime size sore that had was missing skin, fur and who knows what else on his back between his hind legs. So I hurriedly get dressed, chase him thru the house for 20 mins and drive like heck to the vet......he had an abcess that burst and umpteen $$$ later, he has a shaved back, I have some meds to put on him for the next week and hope that it heals up otherwise he goes in for surgery and they put in a drain to make it close and heal. Haven't done the lets get gone in 35 mins for a long time, now he isn't coming near me because I put him in the dreaded kennel/carrier and I have a major headache.....love him though.
Posted 8 months ago by AZDEBRA 5/27 & crew #
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*sniff*
*whine*
*stamps foot*
*SCREAMS*Guess I shouldn't have done the foot stamping part....
Gosh, am I bored!!!!! Well read but bored....
Posted 8 months ago by WillowandWindismom #
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{{{Granny Kate & Granny Juliet}}} Thank you Caroline :)
Sorry 'bout Red, Deb. Hope he heals soon. Abcesses are never fun.I'm gone for the weekend, unless I can get my hands on a laptop. See you all Sunday or Monday!
Posted 8 months ago by JoanfromNewJersey #
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Joan have a wonderful weekend :)
Red thanks everyone for the good wishes, he still isn't looking at me but I understand.
WWM, ouch!
Kilroy :)
Posted 8 months ago by AZDEBRA 5/27 & crew #
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Love this picture of the kitty in leaves...
Posted 8 months ago by AZDEBRA 5/27 & crew #
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Morning all. I desperately fancy a bacon and avocado bagel this morning but I have had my boring instant porridge so I'll just have to have an imaginary bagel here in the cafe with friends. (Unless HM has been here and eaten all the bacon first!)
Deb, I hope Red heals quickly and easily and I'm sure he'll forgive you soon. WWM, somewhere over the past few weeks I missed the story of how you broke your ankle - would you or someone give me a brief synopsis?Posted 8 months ago by KapitiKats in NZ #
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