Friday 24 August 2012
Thursday 23 August 2012
You are Precious!
The government recently calculated the cost of raising a child from
birth to age 18 and came up with $160,140! That doesn't even touch
college tuition. For those with kids, this figure leads to wild
fantasies about all the money we could have banked if not for (insert
your child's name here). For others, that number might confirm the
decision to remain childless.
But $160,140 isn't so bad if you break it down. It translates into
$8,896.66 a year, $741.38 a month, or $171.08 a week. That's a mere
$24.44 a Day! Just over a dollar an hour.
Still, you might think the best financial advice says don't have
children if you ever want to be "rich." It is just the opposite.
What do you get for your $160,140?
- Naming rights. First, middle, and last!
- Giggles under the covers every night.
- More love than your heart can hold.
- Butterfly kisses and Velcro hugs.
- Endless wonder over rocks, ants, clouds, and warm cookies.
- A hand to hold, usually covered with jam.
- A partner for blowing bubbles, flying kites, building sandcastles, and skipping down the sidewalk in the pouring rain.
- Someone to laugh yourself silly with no matter what the boss said or how your stocks performed that day.
For $160,140, you never have to grow up!
- You get to finger-paint, carve pumpkins, play hide-and-seek, catch lightning bugs, and never stop believing in Santa Claus.
- You have an excuse to keep reading the Adventures of Piglet and
Pooh, watching Saturday morning cartoons, going to Disney movies, and
wishing on stars.
- You get to frame rainbows, hearts, and flowers under refrigerator
magnet and collect spray painted noodle wreaths for Christmas, hand
prints set in clay for Mother's Day, and cards with backward letters for
Father's Day.
For $160,140, there is no greater bang for your buck!
- You get to be a hero just for retrieving a Frisbee off the garage
roof, taking the training wheels off the bike, removing a splinter,
filling the wading pool, coaxing a wad of gum out of bangs, and coaching
a baseball team that never wins but always gets treated to ice cream
regardless.
- You get a front row seat to history; to witness the first step,
first word, first bra, first date, and first time behind the wheel.
- You get to be immortal.
- You get another branch added to your family tree, and if you're
lucky, a long list of limbs in your obituary called grandchildren.
- You get an education in psychology, nursing, criminal justice, communications, and human sexuality that no college can match.
- In the eyes of a child, you rank right up there with God.
- You have all the power to heal a boo-boo, scare away the monsters
under the bed, patch a broken heart, police a slumber party, ground them
forever, and love them without limits, so one day they will, like you,
love without counting the cost.
ENJOY YOUR CHILDREN... and Your Grandchildren!!
Saturday 18 August 2012
Friday 17 August 2012
This page is to remember 'The beautiful angels' who are always in our heart and mind!!
They are the Bundle of
Joy.. Enjoy with the fascinating cutest and loveliest little creature of
God! the only perfect gift that comes from above.. small enough to hold
in our arms.. big enough to fill our life with happiness and love..
well-spring of pleasure.. a messenger of peace and love.. a resting
place for innocence on earth.. a link between angels and men.. Long time
ago, we of today were once this little wonderful babies.
Value of a Woman!
Why are you crying, a young boy asked his Mom?
"Because I'm a woman," she told him.
"I don't understand," he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said,
"And you never will, but that's O.K."...
Later the little boy asked his father,
"Why does Mom seem to cry for no reason?".
"All women cry for no reason," was all his Dad could say...
still wondering why women cry.
Finally he put in a call to God and when God got back to him, he asked "God, why do women cry so easily?"
GOD answered... ..
"When I made woman,
I decided she had to be special.
I made her shoulders
strong enough to carry
the weight of the world, yet,
made her arms gentle enough to give comfort...
I gave her the inner strength
to endure childbirth
and the rejection
that many times will come
even from her own children.
I gave her a hardness
that allows her
to keep going and take care
of her family and friends,
even when everyone else gives up, through sickness and fatigue without
complaining. ...
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all
circumstances. Even when her child has hurt her badly...
She has the very special power to make a child's boo-boo feel better and
to quell a teenager's anxieties and fears...
I gave her strength to care for her husband, despite faults
and I fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart...
I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but
sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him
unfalteringly. ...
For all of this hard work,
I also gave her a tear to shed.
It is hers to use
whenever needed and !
it is her only weakness...
When you see her cry,
tell her how much you love her, and all she does for everyone, and even though
she may still cry, you will have made her heart feel good.
She is special!
Share it and let every one know what a wonderful thing a woman is..!
Inspirational Story
On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my
arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies
insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her
into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.
This was the scene of ten years ago. The following days were as simple
as a cup of pure water. We had a kid, I went into business and tried to
make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the
affections between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every
morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our
kid was studying in a boarding school. Our marriage life seemed to be
enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by
unpredictable changes.
Dew came into my life.
It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. Dew said, "You are the kind of man who best draws girl's eyeballs." Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we just married, my wife said "Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls." Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so.
I moved Dew's hands aside and said, "You go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company." Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together or, I was lounging before the computer, visualising Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.
One day I said to her in a slight joking way.
"Suppose we divorce, what will you do?" She stared at me for a few
seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was
something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react
once she got to know I was serious.
When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.
Once again, Dew said to me. "He Ning, divorce her, O.K.?" Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.
When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. "I've got something to tell you". She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want to divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly. She didn't seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, "Why?" I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me. "You are not a man!" At that night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.
A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again. She brought up her divorce conditions. She didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month's time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal life as possible. Her reason was simple. Our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage broken. She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, "He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day?" This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, "I remember." "You carried me in your arms." She continued, "So, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning." I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage with a romantic form.
I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. "No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce." She said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms.
She closed her eyes and said softly. "Let us start from today, don't tell our son." I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for bus, I drove to office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realised that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.
On the third day, she whispered to me, "The outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there."
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualisation of Dew became vaguer.
On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew about this. I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
I said to her, "It seems not difficult to carry you now." She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, "All my dresses have grown fatter." I smiled. But I suddenly realised that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head. Our son came in at the moment. "Dad, it's time to carry mum out." He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.
On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, "Actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old." I held her tightly and said, "Both you and I didn't notice that our life was lack of such intimacy."
I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, "Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious." She looked at me, astonished. Then she touched my forehead, "You got no fever." I moved her hand off my head. "Sorry, Dew. I can only say sorry to you.
I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you."
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into cry. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.
When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favourite. The salesgirl asked me to write the greeting words on the card. I smiled and wrote. "I'll carry you out every morning until we are old."
Dew came into my life.
It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. Dew said, "You are the kind of man who best draws girl's eyeballs." Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we just married, my wife said "Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls." Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so.
I moved Dew's hands aside and said, "You go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company." Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together or, I was lounging before the computer, visualising Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.
When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.
Once again, Dew said to me. "He Ning, divorce her, O.K.?" Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.
When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. "I've got something to tell you". She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want to divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly. She didn't seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, "Why?" I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me. "You are not a man!" At that night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.
A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again. She brought up her divorce conditions. She didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month's time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal life as possible. Her reason was simple. Our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage broken. She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, "He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day?" This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, "I remember." "You carried me in your arms." She continued, "So, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning." I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage with a romantic form.
I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. "No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce." She said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms.
She closed her eyes and said softly. "Let us start from today, don't tell our son." I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for bus, I drove to office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realised that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.
On the third day, she whispered to me, "The outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there."
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualisation of Dew became vaguer.
On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew about this. I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
I said to her, "It seems not difficult to carry you now." She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, "All my dresses have grown fatter." I smiled. But I suddenly realised that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head. Our son came in at the moment. "Dad, it's time to carry mum out." He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.
On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, "Actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old." I held her tightly and said, "Both you and I didn't notice that our life was lack of such intimacy."
I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, "Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious." She looked at me, astonished. Then she touched my forehead, "You got no fever." I moved her hand off my head. "Sorry, Dew. I can only say sorry to you.
I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you."
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into cry. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.
When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favourite. The salesgirl asked me to write the greeting words on the card. I smiled and wrote. "I'll carry you out every morning until we are old."
Monday 13 August 2012
A Mother's Pain!
A mother's love for her child is the most beautiful one which really stay alive. In fact, it is not love really, because love is not so deep like the mind-set a mother has for her child. This feeling is deeper than love. When we cry in pain, we utter the word 'Oh mother’ at all times. Why is it so? This is because a mother carries her baby for nine months in her womb enduring the pain during these months and when delivers her baby she endures pain for a second time. One has to go through pain to exist. So, whenever you are in pain, it is automatically recorded in your mind as a memory for the pain that your mother had tolerated during your birth. At that time of pain, you always remember your mother routinely.
Figures say in terms of physical pain, on the scale of 1-10, 10 is labor pain and men faint at 7. Whether this is fact or not, this describes physical pain in a type of measurement. But a mother's pain cannot be measured on a amount or even by statistics, nor is this comparing men with women. The only one who can describe a mother's pain is a mother who has gone through or is presently going through this situation with her child.
These questions are unanswered. How can we help this mother in this pain? What can we do to take it away or stop it, help to ease the pain, etc? You can't, there is nothing on "this earth" to help a mother in pain but a superior Power who brings curing to the pain that's embedded in her heart. The pain does fall down through healing. It does and will leave you to only leave a scar or mark as a memory.
Sunday 12 August 2012
Just 4 Laugh
man: Should I have a baby after 35?
Doctor: No, 35 children is enough.
man: I'm two months pregnant now. When will my baby move?
Doctor: With any luck, right after he finishes college.
man: What is the most reliable method to determine a baby's sex?
Doctor: Childbirth.
man: My childbirth instructor says it's not pain I'll feel during labor, but pressure. Is she right?
Doctor: Yes, in the same way that a tornado might be called an air current.
man: When is the best time to get an epidural? Doctor: Right after you find out you're pregnant.
man: Is there any reason I have to be in the delivery room while my wife is in labor?
Doctor: Not unless the word "alimony" means anything to you.
man: Is there anything I should avoid while recovering from childbirth?
Doctor: Yes, pregnancy.
man: Do I have to have a baby shower?
Doctor: Not if you change the baby's diaper very quickly.
man: Our baby was born last week. When will my wife begin to feel and act normal again?
Doctor: When the kids are in college.
Doctor: No, 35 children is enough.
man: I'm two months pregnant now. When will my baby move?
Doctor: With any luck, right after he finishes college.
man: What is the most reliable method to determine a baby's sex?
Doctor: Childbirth.
man: My childbirth instructor says it's not pain I'll feel during labor, but pressure. Is she right?
Doctor: Yes, in the same way that a tornado might be called an air current.
man: When is the best time to get an epidural? Doctor: Right after you find out you're pregnant.
man: Is there any reason I have to be in the delivery room while my wife is in labor?
Doctor: Not unless the word "alimony" means anything to you.
man: Is there anything I should avoid while recovering from childbirth?
Doctor: Yes, pregnancy.
man: Do I have to have a baby shower?
Doctor: Not if you change the baby's diaper very quickly.
man: Our baby was born last week. When will my wife begin to feel and act normal again?
Doctor: When the kids are in college.
Why Babies are Cute?
We are inherently attracted to a specific set of
characteristics including large, symmetrical heads, large eyes, small mouths
and small noses. But why do almost all humans find this particular set of
features so appealing?
According to Kurland answer lies in evolution.
According to Darwin, individuals of a given species will show a new trait if
that trait provides a survival advantage, improving an organism's chances of
living to see sexual maturity and successfully reproduce. But what does
evolutionary form have to do with being cute? One of two basic methods may be
at work, Kurland suggested. In the first, a distant female ancestor was born
with a minor different makeup than her forebears, perhaps the result of some
random genetic mutation. This change in her genes caused her to prefer babies
with the facets we see as cute. She passed on this preference to future
generations, and thereafter baby with "cuteness" attracted more
attention and received more care than their less-cute compatriots. The cuties therefore
were more likely to survive and reproduce, and their offspring inherited both
their "cuteness" trait and their first choice for cuteness.
"Because the two traits became linked in this way, they both increased in
the population," said Kurland.
The second possibility is similar to the first,
except that here cuteness runs more than skin deep. In this situation, too,
Kurland explained, a fore-mother was born with an arbitrary preference for
"cute" babies to her they just look better. And again, she gives more
attention and care to her "cute" babies, who survive in greater
numbers to pass on both their own cuteness genes and the genes for her predilection,
and this genetic mixture gradually increases in the population. In this case,
however, the babies do not merely look better .they are better, from an
evolutionary standpoint. According to Kurland, infants who displayed cute
features actually may have been healthier, and adults are more sexually
attractive. They would have been more likely to survive and reproduce. In this
case, cuteness is an indicator of good genes. Again, the mother's preference
trait and the infant's cuteness trait strengthen each other. Over many
generations, mothers keep selecting cuter, and in turn strengthening their
preferences. In both cases, Kurland stressed, cuteness and the preference for
cuteness are passed on not just through female offspring, but through males as
well. Fathers, uncles and big brothers as well as aunts and grandmas and family
friends also will prefer infants who are as cute as they themselves were. The
two traits spread through the entire population.
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