Mummy and Daddy are going camping with a few friends in Albany this weekend. It's Australia day on Tuesday so all of us slackers have decided to take Monday off work and turn the weekend into an extra long one!! So how about the 5 kids??? Mummy and Daddy have enlisted Godparents Lamer and Amandapanda to babysit. Lamer and Amandapanda have been very kind to agree to this. Hard to find such dedicated Godparents willing to wake up early and feed two fluffies scratching at their door at 5am in the morning. Also not to forget the three rascalls outside the house that start barking and chasing each other around the garden at 6am! Good thing they have breakfast manners ;) Anyways, finishing off an over night shift now.. Hoepfully my boss doesn't think he's paying me to blog! It was a busy night again.. Emergencies and not so emergencies through that door. Off to Albany soon wheee the adventure begins. Praying that the thunderstorms would be held OFF. Yes did I not mention? Thunderstorms forcasted for the next 3 days down South. Brrrrrrrrr..... Have fun lamer n lameress! We owe you one!

PICTURES TO COME I PROMISE!!

 

hey all...

just a note that i am returning to LJ (not sure how long this will last) but rest assured i will endeavour to do my best. if not, my regular blog at www.xanga.com/ennoying should keep all interested parties posted!

ennoying

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How can we see a man's spirit
How can we tell his soul is well
When all we see is smiles and laughter
While inside's a living hell

How far should our hands stretch
To what extend should we care
Were we meant to stand and watch
While apart his life our friend tears

Alone is the path we all must take
Alone many burdens/trials we withhold
Assurance in while we still not understand
"It is always well with my soul."

After all the laughter, after all the tears
After all the dinner parties at home
After all the handshakes and hugs and love
There's a sudden realisation that i am truely alone.

Along the road of life
I have a Friend divine
Who walks with me
And gently leads the way
He gives me joy and
Makes the darkest night to shine
It is my Lord
Who won my heart one day


I do not mind
The rough and winding pathway
O'er mountain steep
And valley dark and cold
It is enough to know
He travels by my side along the road
That leads to streets of gold

For many years, I did not know His love so true, until I found
How on the cross He died; I trusted Him & He became my Savior too.
And since that day,
He's journeyed by my side

Too much water, too much sun
Destroyed before growth had begun
Too much soil, not enough rain
Fleeting happiness now comes enduring pain
Foolish action followed not what had been said
And now my daffodil is dead.

- Grace K

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone,
For sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air,
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure.
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all---
There are none to decline your nectar'd wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a large and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.

- Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Teach us, good Lord, to serve thee as thou deservest
To give and not to count the cost
To fight and not to heed the wounds
To toil and not to seek for rest
To labour and not to ask for any reward
Save that of knowing we do thy will
Through Jesus Christ our Lord
Amen

- St. Ignatius of Loyola

The Yellow Daffodail Outside My Door

I have a yellow Daffodil outside my door
She greets me each morn, each night she bids me well
All my love and affection on this Daffodil I pour
All my tears and laughter to my little pal

The funny thing about this Daffodil, still outside my door
Is that not many people know about She and me
Come and see my Daffodil, to my friends I implore
How Bright and Beautiful she is, only then you’ll see

I’ve thought of moving her in, from outside my door
To be my centre piece, for my pleasure alone
Sadly she started to loose colour, wither and fall
Then I realised, her beauty was not for me to own

So I moved her back, to her place outside my door
Slowing and relucting, each step hurting my painful heart
I gave her back to the world where people her light could reach more
There she’ll grow and thrive, from her destiny she will not depart

I will miss her colour, her light, her warm smile
But I rest in the comfort that she has met her call
No matter how far apart we’ll be, she always be
My yellow Daffodil outside my door

You'll never knowingly suffer at my hands.
I'll never knowingly say or do anything to hurt you.
I'll always, in every circumstance, seek to help and support you.
If you're down and I can lift you, I'll do that.
If you need something and I have it, I'll share it with you. If I need to, I'll give it to you.
No matter what I find out about you, no matter what happens in the future - either good or bad - my commitment to you will never change.

And there's nothing you can do about it!


- commitment made to each other by East Hill Church

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens;
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things

Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver-white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things

When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad

- Oscar Hammerstein II and Richard Rodgers
listen to this song

I don't know about tomorrow,
I just live from day to day.
I don't borrow from it's sunshine,
For it's skies may turn to gray.
I don't worry o'er the future,
For I know what Jesus said,
And today I'll walk beside Him,
For He knows what is ahead.

Many things about tomorrow,
I don't seem to understand;
But I know Who holds tomorrow,
And I know Who holds my hand.

Ev'ry step is getting brighter,
As the golden stairs I climb;
Ev'ry burden's getting lighter;
Ev'ry cloud is silver lined.
There the sun is always shining,
There no tear will dim the eyes,
At the ending of the rainbow,
Where the mountains touch the sky.

I don't know about tomorrow,
It may bring me poverty;
But the One Who feeds the sparrow,
Is the One Who stands by me.
And the path that be my portion,
May be through the flame or flood,
But His presence goes before me,
And I'm covered with His blood.

- Ira Stanphill

A cheery face, a warm smile
Delightful voice, caring heart
A friendship so worthwhile
A lovely face, long dyed hair
Dun be deceived for
She’ll push you off your chair

What is this life if, full of care
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

- William Henry Davies (1871-1940).

Strange is the way of a creature in love
He knows not the way of reason or truth
She hides in shadows of doubt and grey
Ever so hesitant to make its move

The sun creeps from her hiding place
Colour seeps across the horizon
The clouds like hand-woven lace
Shadows fade into oblivation

The striking rays start to pierce the sky
Waking the flowers from sleep to bloom
Life and hope start to emerge
Warmth and Love take away my gloom

The wind carries with it the newness of day
The air is filled with expectation
The now glaring sun blinds by eyes
While my heart senses rejuvenation

This is the day that the Lord has made
I will rejoice, be glad and celebrate
For each new morn He diligently recreates
The wonder and mystery of life – this world He made!