VOOR MY Oë!

Hierdie is ‘n foto van Albert Einstein, of is dit?

Jy sal ongelukkig sowat 5 meter van jou rekenaar af moet wegstaan om te sien hoe hierdie foto verander in Marilyn Monroe. Ongelooflik!

It would be a sad situation if the wrapper were better than the meat wrapped inside it.

– Einstein – ☺☺☺

Ek plaas hierdie enetjie spesiaal vir Rosie!

EXPLANATION OF GOD (by an 8-year old)

The following essay was written by an 8-year-old named Danny Dutton, who lives in Chula Vista, CA. He wrote it for his third grade homework assignment, to ‘explain God’. I wonder if any of us could have done as well? [ ….. and he had such an assignment, in California, and someone published it, I guess miracles do happen! … ]

EXPLANATION OF GOD

“One of God’s main jobs is making people. He makes them to replace the ones that die, so there will be enough people to take care of things on earth. He doesn’t make grownups, just babies. I think because they are smaller and easier to make. That way He doesn’t have to take up His valuable time teaching them to talk and walk. He can just leave that to mothers and fathers.

God’s second most important job is listening to prayers. An awful lot of this goes on, since some people, like preachers and things, pray at times beside bedtime. God doesn’t have time to listen to the radio or TV because of this. Because He hears everything, there must be a terrible lot of noise in His ears, unless He has thought of a way to turn it off.

God sees everything and hears everything and is everywhere which keeps Him pretty busy. So you shouldn’t go wasting His time by going over your mom and dad’s head asking for something they said you couldn’t have.

Atheists are people who don’t believe in God. I don’t think there are any in Chula Vista. At least there aren’t any who come to our church.

Jesus is God’s Son. He used to do all the hard work, like walking on water and performing miracles and trying to teach the people who didn’t want to learn about God. They finally got tired of Him preaching to them and they crucified Him. But He was good and kind, like His Father, and He told His Father that they didn’t know what they were doing and to forgive them and God said O.K.

His Dad (God) appreciated everything that He had done and all his hard work on earth so he told him he didn’t have to go out on the road anymore. He could stay in heaven. So He did. And now He helps His Dad out by listening to prayers and seeing things which are important for God to take care of and which ones He can take care of Himself without having to bother God. Like a secretary, only more important.

You can pray anytime you want and they are sure to help you because they got it worked out so one of them is on duty all the time.

You should always go to church on Sunday because it makes God happy, and if there’s anybody you want to make happy, it’s God!

Don’t skip church to do something you think will be more fun like going to the beach. This is wrong. And besides the sun doesn’t come out at the beach until noon anyway.

If you don’t believe in God, besides being an atheist, you will be very lonely, because your parents can’t go everywhere with you, like to camp, but God can. It is good to know He’s around you when you’re scared, in the dark or when you can’t swim and you get thrown into real deep water by big kids.

But… you shouldn’t just always think of what God can do for you. I figure God put me here and He can take me back anytime he pleases.

And …that’s why I believe in God.”

‘n Haarstyl en ‘n Houding!

Te danke aan Sonkind se getagery het ons nou insae op almal se prille jeug gehad, behalwe vir ou agteros! Dis werklik cute en interessant om die doen en lates van ons ma’s met hulle babas/jong kinders te sien – die kleertjies, verjaarsdagkoeke, ens. En natuurlik hoe opeet-oulik almal was toe hulle so klein was. (Ek wed daar’s nou ‘n paar ouers wat wens hul het daardie tyd hul kleintjies opgeeet – sou hulle baie probleme later jare gespaar het – hiehie!)

Ek kom werklik tot die gevolgtrekking my ma was besonder gesteld op netheid, maar veral die perfekte haarstyl vir haar eersteling – dis ‘n ooglopende faktor deur al my kleintydfotos.

Hier was ek agt maande oud – let op die krulrolletjie wat baie versigtig om ma se wysvinger gekam is, sy het verseker nog kam-in-die-hand agter die fotograaf gestaan toe hierdie foto geneem is. (Sy was tot onlangs nog in oefening met die einste rolletjie op haar 1ste agterkleinkind se kop!) Daardie jare is die meeste ateljee babafotos deur Stella Nova Studios geneem. (Hoe lekker verklap ek nou die oudersom!)

Op foto nommer twee was ek 18 maande oud en lyk soos ‘n klein Portugesie! Die rede: my hare is ingedraai vir ELKE geleentheid. Sodra ons net ‘n blok of wat van die eindbestemming af was, is die krullers gou uitgehaal (babahaartjies is mos sag en val baie vinning plat/hang uit). Die doel heilig egter die middel en die eerste (regte) indruk is gestel deur my ma wat verseker baie trots was op haar bloedjie se haredos! Dink net hoeveel ure moes ek probeer stilsit onder my ma se kruldraaiende vingers – dis babamishandeling! Ma het seker maar altyd gewens sy het ‘n krulkop dogtertjie gehad (my “Wella-straights” het egter nog al die jare hul eie idee omtrent krulle gehad: glad nie!)

Op foto nommer drie is ek vyf en in graad een. Kyk net daardie twee stywe ponies en die lynreg paadjie! (Ek is seker die vel oor my gesig was styf getrek deur daardie twee stywe ponies.) Daar is sowaar nie ‘n haartjie uit plek vir hierdie baie belangrike eerste skoolfoto nie – daarvan het ma die oggend definitief BAIE seker gemaak.

Hierdie laaste foto het niks met hare te doen nie. Dis eintlik vir my die cuteste foto uit my kleintyd. Ek was ongeveer 6 of 7, ons het gekamp en ek moes afdroog terwyl daar natuurlik 101 ander dinge was wat ek eerder graag sou wou doen. Die dikbek spreek boekdele en nodeloos om te se: oor skottelgoed voel ek nou nog dieselfde, behalwe dat ek myself so oor die jare maar vereenselwig het met my lot en dit gedienstig en gedwee afhandel (het darem intussen ‘n skottelgoedwasser gekry). Ag-ja, wat sal ons nou se: “It starts when you sink in his arms and it ends with your arms in the sink!”

Mag julle elkeen ‘n wonderlike week beleef, ryk van ons Koning se genade en liefde!