Today I found some interesting fun sites :
make your own South Park character at....
Wilstar New Year Word Search
and
check it out!!
Friday, December 30, 2005
make your own South Park character at....
Wilstar New Year Word Search
and
check it out!!
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
My miniature Knitting
Little Hamster knits
a miniature sweater
click here for pattern
cellphone socks for EeVonn
a miniature Christmas stocking hanging on the bag gifted by crazyladyno1 Karen fr. Canada
a miniature sweater
cellphone socks for EeVonn
a miniature Christmas stocking hanging on the bag gifted by crazyladyno1 Karen fr. Canada
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
TWAS THE NIGHT AFTER CHRISTMAS
TWAS THE NIGHT AFTER CHRISTMAS
by Dad Ashley Underwood, VASG
Twas the night after Christmas, and all through the house
Everyone was grumbling, 'specially me and my spouse
The stockings which hung from the chimney with care
Were now scattered 'bout, thrown here and thrown there
My sweet darling children who once dreamt of sugarplums
Now ran amuck with their trumpets and drums
When that noise would cease I'd face another hurdle
I'm attacked from behind by a sword wielding turtle
My lovely young wife who slept in her ker-chief
Now fills it with ice for her head and her feet
And though she loves us all without fail
If looks could kill she'd surely be in jail
Then out on the lawn arose such a clatter
Even louder than the kids I had to see what was the matter
I ran to the window to open the drapes
But fell flat on my back when I tripped on a skate
As I got to my feet so mad and so sore
This time I figured I'd just walk out the door
When I looked at the lawn for the cause of the racket
I knew in an instant just what had happened
That night before Christmas when jolly Kris Kringle
Landed on my roof He knocked loose all my shingles
Now they came crashing down, and 'midst the dust and the soot
I stepped on a nail which then went through my foot
As I stood there looking at my now crumbling gable
I yelled "This isn't a house, it looks more like a stable!"
When these words I had spoken things became very still
And I couldn't move a muscle, I just didn't have the will
Then it came to me in the blink of an eye
When things all go wrong there must be a reason why
The stable I'd mentioned had brought to my mind
A time long ago when a man and his wife
Were expecting a child, and they needed to rest
But with no room at the Inn they had to settle for less
So they stayed in a stable, and midst the animals so wild
Into the world was born a glorious Child
And they didn't argue neither did they complain
About the surroundings into which the Baby now came
For they knew what had happened on that glorious night
This one special Child would soon bring the world light
With these thoughts, I could move, and went back in the house
Gave a kiss to my children, and one to my Spouse
Then they all settled down stopped their yellin' and teasin'
As I told them the meaning of the Holiday Season
Later that night, as we put the kids to bed
More than visions of sugarplums danced in their heads
For filled with good cheer, and the Holiday Spirit
We all prayed together and hoped God would hear it
We thank Thee, oh Lord for that night in the past
That brought hope to the present of your love that will last
Now we mean it when we say, as we tuck the kids in tight
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night
© 1991 by Ashley Underwood
*'Twas The Day After Christmas*from: Linda's Laughter
Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the house,
Every creature was hurting-- even the mouse.
The toys were all broken, their batteries dead;
Santa passed out, with some ice on his head.
Wrapping and ribbons just covered the floor, while
Upstairs the family continued to snore.
And I in my T-shirt, new Reeboks and jeans,
Went into the kitchen and started to clean.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the sink to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the curtains, and threw up the sash.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a little white truck, with an oversized mirror.
The driver was smiling, so lively and grand;
The patch on his jacket said "U. S. POSTMAN."
With a handful of bills, he grinned like a fox
Then quickly he stuffed them into our mailbox.
Bill after bill, after bill, they still came.
Whistling and shouting he called them by name:
"Now Dillard's, now Broadway's, now Penny's and Sears
Here's Levitz's and Target's and Mervyn's--all here!!
To the tip or your limit, every store, every mall,
Now chargeaway-chargeaway-chargeaway all!"
He whooped and he whistled as he finished his work.
He filled up the box, and then turned with a jerk.
He sprang to his truck and he drove down the road,
Driving much faster with just half a load.
Then I heard him exclaim with great holiday cheer,
"ENJOY WHAT YOU GOT ... YOU'LL BE PAYING ALL YEAR!"
by Dad Ashley Underwood, VASG
Twas the night after Christmas, and all through the house
Everyone was grumbling, 'specially me and my spouse
The stockings which hung from the chimney with care
Were now scattered 'bout, thrown here and thrown there
My sweet darling children who once dreamt of sugarplums
Now ran amuck with their trumpets and drums
When that noise would cease I'd face another hurdle
I'm attacked from behind by a sword wielding turtle
My lovely young wife who slept in her ker-chief
Now fills it with ice for her head and her feet
And though she loves us all without fail
If looks could kill she'd surely be in jail
Then out on the lawn arose such a clatter
Even louder than the kids I had to see what was the matter
I ran to the window to open the drapes
But fell flat on my back when I tripped on a skate
As I got to my feet so mad and so sore
This time I figured I'd just walk out the door
When I looked at the lawn for the cause of the racket
I knew in an instant just what had happened
That night before Christmas when jolly Kris Kringle
Landed on my roof He knocked loose all my shingles
Now they came crashing down, and 'midst the dust and the soot
I stepped on a nail which then went through my foot
As I stood there looking at my now crumbling gable
I yelled "This isn't a house, it looks more like a stable!"
When these words I had spoken things became very still
And I couldn't move a muscle, I just didn't have the will
Then it came to me in the blink of an eye
When things all go wrong there must be a reason why
The stable I'd mentioned had brought to my mind
A time long ago when a man and his wife
Were expecting a child, and they needed to rest
But with no room at the Inn they had to settle for less
So they stayed in a stable, and midst the animals so wild
Into the world was born a glorious Child
And they didn't argue neither did they complain
About the surroundings into which the Baby now came
For they knew what had happened on that glorious night
This one special Child would soon bring the world light
With these thoughts, I could move, and went back in the house
Gave a kiss to my children, and one to my Spouse
Then they all settled down stopped their yellin' and teasin'
As I told them the meaning of the Holiday Season
Later that night, as we put the kids to bed
More than visions of sugarplums danced in their heads
For filled with good cheer, and the Holiday Spirit
We all prayed together and hoped God would hear it
We thank Thee, oh Lord for that night in the past
That brought hope to the present of your love that will last
Now we mean it when we say, as we tuck the kids in tight
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night
© 1991 by Ashley Underwood
*'Twas The Day After Christmas*from: Linda's Laughter
Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the house,
Every creature was hurting-- even the mouse.
The toys were all broken, their batteries dead;
Santa passed out, with some ice on his head.
Wrapping and ribbons just covered the floor, while
Upstairs the family continued to snore.
And I in my T-shirt, new Reeboks and jeans,
Went into the kitchen and started to clean.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the sink to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the curtains, and threw up the sash.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a little white truck, with an oversized mirror.
The driver was smiling, so lively and grand;
The patch on his jacket said "U. S. POSTMAN."
With a handful of bills, he grinned like a fox
Then quickly he stuffed them into our mailbox.
Bill after bill, after bill, they still came.
Whistling and shouting he called them by name:
"Now Dillard's, now Broadway's, now Penny's and Sears
Here's Levitz's and Target's and Mervyn's--all here!!
To the tip or your limit, every store, every mall,
Now chargeaway-chargeaway-chargeaway all!"
He whooped and he whistled as he finished his work.
He filled up the box, and then turned with a jerk.
He sprang to his truck and he drove down the road,
Driving much faster with just half a load.
Then I heard him exclaim with great holiday cheer,
"ENJOY WHAT YOU GOT ... YOU'LL BE PAYING ALL YEAR!"
Twas the Night Before Christmas...
Twas the Night Before Christmas...
( Microsoft Version )
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except Papa's mouse.
The computer was humming, the icons were hopping,
As Papa did last-minute Internet shopping.
The stockings were hung by the modem with care
In hope that St. Nicholas would bring new software.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of computer games danced in their heads.
PageMaker for Billy, and Quicken for Dan,
And Carmen Sandiego for Pamela Ann.
The letters to Santa had been sent out by Mom,
To santaclaus@toyshop.northpole.com
Which has now been re-routed to Washington State
Because Santa's workshop has been bought by Bill Gates.
All the elves and reindeer have had to skedaddle
To flashy new quarters in suburban Seattle.
After centuries of a life that was simple and spare,
St. Nicholas is suddenly a new billionaire,
With a shiny red Porsche in the place of his sleigh,
And a house on Lake Washington that's just down the way
From where Bill has his mansion. The old fellow preens
In black Gucci boots and red Calvin Klein jeans.
The elves have stock options and desks with a view,
Where they write computer code for Johnny and Sue.
No more dolls or tin soldiers or little toy drums
Will be under the tree, only compact disk ROMS
With the Microsoft label. So spin up your drive,
From now on Christmas runs only on Win95.
More rapid than eagles the competitors came,
And Bill whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.
''Now, ADOBE! now, CLARIS! now, INTUIT! too,
Now, APPLE! and NETSCAPE! you are all of you through,
It is Microsoft's SANTA that the kids can't resist,
It's the ultimate software with a traditional twist
Recommended by no less than the jolly old elf,
And on the package, a picture of Santa himself.
Get 'em young, keep 'em long, is Microsoft's scheme,
And a merger with Santa is a marketer's dream.
To the top of the NASDAQ! to the top of the Dow!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away - wow!''
And Mama in her 'kerchief and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
The whir and the hum of our satellite platter,
As it turned toward that new Christmas star in the sky,
The SANTALITE owned by the Microsoft guy.
As I sprang from my bed and was turning around,
My computer turned on with a Jingle-Bells sound.
And there on the screen was a smiling Bill Gates
Next to jolly old Santa, two arm-in-arm mates.
And I heard them exclaim in voice so bright,
Have a MICROSOFT CHRISTMAS, and TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.
'T'was the night before Christmas( from: lindaontheweb.com)
'T'was the night before Christmas
and all through the town
Not a sign of Baby Jesus
was anywhere to be found.
The people were all busy
with Christmas time chores
Like decorating, and baking,
and shopping in stores.
No one sang "Away in a manger,
no crib for a bed".
Instead, they sang of Santa
dressed-up in bright red.
Mama watched Martha Stewart,
Papa drank beer from a tap.
As hour upon hour
the presents they'd wrap
When what from the T. V.
did they suddenly hear?
'Cept an ad.. which told
of a big sale at Sears.
So away to the mall
they all flew like a flash...
Buying things on credit...
and others with cash!
And, as they made their way home
From their trip to the mall,
Did they think about Jesus?
Oh, no... not at all.
Their lives were so busy
with their Christmas time things
No time to remember
Christ Jesus, the King.
There were presents to wrap
and cookies to bake.
How could they stop and remember
who died for their sake?
To pray to the Savior...
they had no time to stop.
Because they needed more time
to "Shop til they dropped!"
On Wal-mart! On K-mart!
On Target! On Penney's!
On Hallmark! On Zales!
A quick lunch at Denny's
From the big stores downtown
to the stores at the mall
They would dash away, dash away,
and visit them all!
And up on the roof,
there arose such a clatter
As grandpa hung icicle lights
up on his brand new step ladder.
He hung lights that would flash.
He hung lights that would twirl.
Yet, he never once prayed to Jesus...
Light of the World.
Christ's eyes... how they twinkle!
Christ's Spirit... how merry!
Christ's love... how enormous!
All our burdens... He'll carry!
So instead of being busy,
overworked, and uptight
Let's put Christ back in
Christmas and enjoy
some good nights!
Merry Christmas, my friends!
( Microsoft Version )
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except Papa's mouse.
The computer was humming, the icons were hopping,
As Papa did last-minute Internet shopping.
The stockings were hung by the modem with care
In hope that St. Nicholas would bring new software.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of computer games danced in their heads.
PageMaker for Billy, and Quicken for Dan,
And Carmen Sandiego for Pamela Ann.
The letters to Santa had been sent out by Mom,
To santaclaus@toyshop.northpole.com
Which has now been re-routed to Washington State
Because Santa's workshop has been bought by Bill Gates.
All the elves and reindeer have had to skedaddle
To flashy new quarters in suburban Seattle.
After centuries of a life that was simple and spare,
St. Nicholas is suddenly a new billionaire,
With a shiny red Porsche in the place of his sleigh,
And a house on Lake Washington that's just down the way
From where Bill has his mansion. The old fellow preens
In black Gucci boots and red Calvin Klein jeans.
The elves have stock options and desks with a view,
Where they write computer code for Johnny and Sue.
No more dolls or tin soldiers or little toy drums
Will be under the tree, only compact disk ROMS
With the Microsoft label. So spin up your drive,
From now on Christmas runs only on Win95.
More rapid than eagles the competitors came,
And Bill whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.
''Now, ADOBE! now, CLARIS! now, INTUIT! too,
Now, APPLE! and NETSCAPE! you are all of you through,
It is Microsoft's SANTA that the kids can't resist,
It's the ultimate software with a traditional twist
Recommended by no less than the jolly old elf,
And on the package, a picture of Santa himself.
Get 'em young, keep 'em long, is Microsoft's scheme,
And a merger with Santa is a marketer's dream.
To the top of the NASDAQ! to the top of the Dow!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away - wow!''
And Mama in her 'kerchief and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
The whir and the hum of our satellite platter,
As it turned toward that new Christmas star in the sky,
The SANTALITE owned by the Microsoft guy.
As I sprang from my bed and was turning around,
My computer turned on with a Jingle-Bells sound.
And there on the screen was a smiling Bill Gates
Next to jolly old Santa, two arm-in-arm mates.
And I heard them exclaim in voice so bright,
Have a MICROSOFT CHRISTMAS, and TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.
'T'was the night before Christmas( from: lindaontheweb.com)
'T'was the night before Christmas
and all through the town
Not a sign of Baby Jesus
was anywhere to be found.
The people were all busy
with Christmas time chores
Like decorating, and baking,
and shopping in stores.
No one sang "Away in a manger,
no crib for a bed".
Instead, they sang of Santa
dressed-up in bright red.
Mama watched Martha Stewart,
Papa drank beer from a tap.
As hour upon hour
the presents they'd wrap
When what from the T. V.
did they suddenly hear?
'Cept an ad.. which told
of a big sale at Sears.
So away to the mall
they all flew like a flash...
Buying things on credit...
and others with cash!
And, as they made their way home
From their trip to the mall,
Did they think about Jesus?
Oh, no... not at all.
Their lives were so busy
with their Christmas time things
No time to remember
Christ Jesus, the King.
There were presents to wrap
and cookies to bake.
How could they stop and remember
who died for their sake?
To pray to the Savior...
they had no time to stop.
Because they needed more time
to "Shop til they dropped!"
On Wal-mart! On K-mart!
On Target! On Penney's!
On Hallmark! On Zales!
A quick lunch at Denny's
From the big stores downtown
to the stores at the mall
They would dash away, dash away,
and visit them all!
And up on the roof,
there arose such a clatter
As grandpa hung icicle lights
up on his brand new step ladder.
He hung lights that would flash.
He hung lights that would twirl.
Yet, he never once prayed to Jesus...
Light of the World.
Christ's eyes... how they twinkle!
Christ's Spirit... how merry!
Christ's love... how enormous!
All our burdens... He'll carry!
So instead of being busy,
overworked, and uptight
Let's put Christ back in
Christmas and enjoy
some good nights!
Merry Christmas, my friends!
Sunday, December 25, 2005
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! click here for a surprise for you
More Fun for you on this Christmas Day!!
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
What Does Your Birth Date Mean?
Your Birthdate: August 30 |
 You have the type of personality that people either love or hate. You're opinionated, dramatic, intense, and very outspoken. And some people can't get enough of you - they're totally addicted. Others, well, they wish you were a little more reserved. Your strength: Your flair Your weakness: If you think it, you say it Your power color: Scarlet red Your power symbol: Inverted triangle Your power month: March |
Were You Naughty or Nice This Year?
You Were Nice This Year! |
 You're an uber-perfect person who is on the top of Santa's list. You probably didn't even *think* any naughty thoughts this year. Unless you're a Mormon, you've probably been a little too good. Is that extra candy cane worth being a sweetheart for 365 days straight? |
Sunday, December 18, 2005
click on the photos for larger images
This is my family
with Shannon and her sis
dd#1 Kristy
My children
dd#2 Jamie with her 5 best friends in "Star Search"
My 5 sweetie young models
Thursday, December 15, 2005
My Knitted Socks ( click on for the tutorial link)
My 1st ever knitted socks.
2nd pair of socks
my 3rd pair of socks
2nd pair of socks
my 3rd pair of socks
