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Astonishing Universe Pictures

Posted on April 22, 2009 at 11:06 PM Comments comments (1)

I found these pictures at this link  Space Pictures and Articles   They are very beautiful and I had to post a few of them here to pass on the joy. The little paragraphs below the pictures are describing what is going on in the pictures. Its just amazing because all of these things are out there somewhere. I hope everyone enjoys.


Feel like you are being watched? This infrared image from NASA's Spitzer Space Telescope shows the Helix nebula, a cosmic starlet notable for its vivid colors and eerie resemblance to a giant eye.

This star is ending its life by casting off its outer layers of gas, forming a cocoon around the star's remaining core. The burned-out star, called a white dwarf, is the white dot in the center. 

This is one of the largest panoramic images ever taken with Hubble's cameras, a 50-light-year-wide view of the central region of the Carina Nebula where a maelstrom of a star's birth and death is taking place.

This small open star cluster lies in the core of the large emission nebula in Sagittarius, about 8,000 light-years away from Earth. Some of the stars in this cluster are extremely massive and emit intense ultraviolet radiation.

Here, bright blue newly formed stars are blowing a cavity in the center of a star-forming region and eroding the outer portions of the nebula, with numerous galaxies delivering a grand backdrop for the stellar newcomers. 

This ghostly ring is strong evidence for the existence of dark matter. Although astronomers cannot see dark matter, they can infer its existence by mapping the distorted shapes of the background galaxies. 

Update On Photo Albums

Posted on April 18, 2009 at 11:55 PM Comments comments (1)

I just added three new pictures to the Photo Album page but on the Banners Album. They are near the bottom I think. There will be more coming soon. I hope everyone enjoys.

Updates To Looks

Posted on April 15, 2009 at 12:08 AM Comments comments (2)

There has been some changes to the look of the Poems Page, Writing I Admire and Short Stories. I think thats its for the better. Definatly more well organized and convienient! Anyway there are links to each of the poems/ stories on there. It won't take you to a different page. It will only scroll the page down a bit. It will be faster. Anyway I hope you all like it.

Thanks, SecretMae

New Poetry

Posted on April 11, 2009 at 10:45 PM Comments comments (2)

First and foremost this is a whole new category. So I will be posting a lot of the updates right on here. There will still be some on the home page though. Those of you signed up as members will still be getting the update email's as well.
Anyway, there is new poetry on the Poems page. They will be at the top. That is all for now though. I hope you enjoy.

The Old Phone On The Wall

Posted on April 7, 2009 at 1:44 PM Comments comments (1)
            When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our
neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall.
The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach
the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to
it. Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an
amazing person. Her name was 'Information Please' and there was nothing
she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and
the correct time.
            My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my
mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the
basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but
there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give
            I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving
at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the
parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the
receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. 'Information, please' I said into the
 mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.
 'Information.' 'I hurt my finger...' I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily
 enough now that I had an audience.
'Isn't your mother home?' came the question.
'Nobody's home but me,' I blubbered.
'Are you bleeding?' the voice asked.
 'No,' I replied. 'I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.'
 'Can you open the icebox?' she asked.
 I said I could.
'Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger,' said the
            After that, I called 'Information Please' for everything. I asked her
for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She
helped me with my math. S
he told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day
before, would eat fruit and nuts.
            Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called,
 Information Please,' and told her the sad story. She listened, and then
 said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I
asked  her, 'Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to
all  families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?'
 She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, 'Wayne
always remember that there are other worlds to sing in.' Somehow I felt better.
            Another day I was on the telephone, 'Information Please.'
 'Information,' said in the now familiar voice. 'How do I spell fix?' I
All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was
 nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my
friend  very much. 'Information Please' belonged in that old wooden box back
and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on
the  table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those
childhood conversations never really left me.
            Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene
sense  of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding,
and  kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.
            A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in
Seattle. I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so
on  the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking
what  I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, 'Information
Please.' Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.
 'Information.'  I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, 'Could you please tell
 me how to spell fix?'  There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, 'I guess your
 finger must have healed by now.'
             I laughed, 'So it's really you,' I said. 'I wonder if you have any idea
 how much you meant to me during that time?' I wonder,' she said, 'if you know how much your call meant to me. I
 never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls.' I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if
I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.
 'Please do', she said. 'Just ask for Sally.'
 Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered,
 'Information.' I asked for Sally.
 'Are you a friend?' she said.
 'Yes, a very old friend,' I answered.
 'I'm sorry to have to tell you this,' she said. 'Sally had been working
 part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks
 ago.'  Before I could hang up she said, 'Wait a minute, did you say your name
was  Wayne?' 'Yes.' I answered.
'Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you
called.  Let me read it to you.'
 The note said, 'Tell him there are other worlds to sing in.
 He'll know what I mean.'
 I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

Never underestimate the impression you may make on others.

 Lifting you on eagle's wings. May you find the joy and peace you long

Life is a journey ... NOT a guided tour.
    Author Unknown

The Cab Ride

Posted on April 7, 2009 at 1:27 PM Comments comments (1)


I received this in an email as  a  forward. I know a lot of you discard your forwards and delete them. But some of them are really good. Well I have no clue who wrote this but whoever did I'd like to ask them if this was a true story or not...
The Cab Ride 
             I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minute's I walked to the door and knocked. "Just a minute", answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware. "Would you carry my bag out to the car" she asked? I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. "It's nothing", I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated". "Oh, you're such a good boy", she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?"
             "It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly. "Oh, I don't mind," she said, "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice". I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. "I don't have any family left," she continued in a soft voice. "The doctor says I don't have very long." I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. "What route would you like me to take" I asked? 
             For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing. As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I'm tired. Let's go now". We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. "How much do I owe you", she asked, reaching into her purse. "Nothing," I said "You have to make a living," she answered. "There are other passengers," I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly. "You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said. "Thank you." I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life. I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life. We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance.

Mind and Eye Test

Posted on April 4, 2009 at 12:50 AM Comments comments (1)
Ok this is a test to see how quick your eyes and mind picks up on things.  Follow the directions and see how fast you can find them.
Find the B, There are two.

Find the 1


Find the 6


Find the N


Find the Q...


Find The P
Find the upside-down question mark ¿
Find the I
Kind of hard wasn't it...

Facts On Butter VS Margarine

Posted on April 3, 2009 at 8:09 PM Comments comments (0)
I got this from an email that was sent to me and I thought that it was very good information to know. So please read on...

Margarine was originally manufactured to fatten turkeys. When it killed the turkeys, the people who had put all the money into the research wanted a payback so they put their heads together to figure out what to do with this product to get their money back It was a white substance with no food appeal so they added the yellow coloring and sold it to people to use in place of butter. How do you like it? They have come out with some clever new flavorings.

DO YOU KNOW.. the difference between margarine and butter?
Read on to the end...gets very interesting! Both have the same amount of calories.
Butter is slightly higher in saturated fats at 8 grams compared to 5 grams.
Eating margarinecan increase heart disease in women by 53%over eating the same amount of butter, according to a recent Harvard Medical Study.
Eating butter increases the absorption of many other nutrients in other foods.
Butter has many nutritional benefits where margarine has a few
only because they are added! Butter tastes much better than margarine and it can enhance the flavors of other foods. Butter has been around for centuries where margarine has been around for less than 100 years And now, for Margarine. Very high in Trans fatty acids .. Triple risk of coronary heart disease .
Increases total cholesterol and LDL (this is the bad cholesterol) and lowers HDL cholesterol, (the good cholesterol) Increases the risk of cancers up to five fold. Lowers quality of breast milk .Decreases immune response. Decreases insulin response. And here's the most disturbing fact.... HERE IS THE PART THAT IS VERY INTERESTING!  Margarine is but ONE MOLECULE away from being PLASTIC..This fact alone was enough to have me avoiding margarine for life and anything else that is hydrogenated (this means hydrogen is added, changing the molecular structure of the substance). You can try this yourself: Purchase a tub of margarine and leave it in your garage or shaded area. Within a couple of days you will note a couple of things:

*  no flies, not even those pesky fruit flies will go near it (that should tell you something)

* it does not rot or smell differently because it has no nutritional value ; nothing will grow on it. Even those teeny weensy microorganisms will not a find a home to grow. Why? Because it is nearly plastic .. Would you melt your Tupperware and spread that on your toast?

Share This With Your Friends.....(If you want to 'butter them up')! 

Heart Attacks And Drinking Warm Water   

This is a very good article. Not only about the warm water after your meal, but about    Heart Attacks . The Chinese and Japanese drink hot tea with their meals, not cold water, maybe it is time we adopt their drinking habit  while eating.

For those who like to drink cold water, this article is applicable to you. It is nice to have a cup of cold drink after a meal. However, the cold water will solidify the oily stuff that you have just consumed. It will slow down the digestion. Once this 'sludge' reacts with the acid, it will break down and be absorbed by the intestine faster than the solid food. It will line the intestine. Very soon, this will turn into fats and lead to cancer. It is best to drink hot soup or warm water after a meal.

Common Symptoms Of Heart Attack...
A serious note about heart attacks - You should know that not every heart attack symptom is going to be the left arm hurting . Be aware of intense pain in the jaw line ...
You may never have the first chest pain during the course of a heart attack. Nausea and intense sweating are also common symptoms. 60% of people who have a heart attack while they are asleep do not wake up. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let's be careful and be aware. The more we know, the better chance we could survive.

History Behind the $1 Bill and how #13 haunts it

Posted on February 12, 2009 at 5:41 PM Comments comments (1)

        On the rear of the One Dollar bill, you will see two circles. Together,
they comprise the Great Seal of the United States
        The First Continental Congress requested that Benjamin Franklin and a
group of men come up with a Seal. It took them four years to accomplish
this task and another two years to get it approved.   If you look at
the left-hand circle, you will see a Pyramid.
        Notice the face is lighted, and the western side is dark. This country
was just beginning. We had not begun to explore the west or decided
what we could do for Western Civilization. The Pyramid is uncapped,
again signifying that we were not even close to being finished.? Inside
the capstone you have the all-seeing eye, an ancient symbol for
divinity. It was Franklin 's belief that one man couldn't do it alone,
but a group of men, with the help of God, could do anything.

'IN GOD WE TRUST' is on this currency.
The Latin above the pyramid, ANNUIT COEPTIS, means,

'God has favored our20undertaking.'

The Latin below the pyramid, NOVUS ORDO SECLORUM, means,

'a new order has begun.'

At the base of the pyramid is the Roman Numeral for 1776. (MDCCLXXVI)

If you look at the right-hand circle, and check it carefully,

        You will learn that it is on every National Cemetery in the United
States . It is also on the Parade of Flags Walkway at the Bushnell,
Florida National Cemetery , and is the centerpiece of most hero's
monuments.?Slightly modified, it is the seal of the President of the
United States , and it is always visible whenever he speaks,
Yet very few people know what the symbols mean.
        The Bald Eagle was selected as a symbol for victory for two reasons:
First, he is not afraid of a storm; he is strong, and he is smart
enough to soar above it. Secondly, he wears no material crown. We had
just broken from the King of England . Also, notice the shield is
unsupported. This country can now stand on its own. At the top of that
shield you have a white bar signifying congress, a unifying factor. We
were coming together as one nation. In the Eagle's beak you will read,
'E PLURIBU S UNUM ' meaning,'one from many.'
        Above the Eagle, you have thirteen stars, representing the thirteen
original colonies, and any clouds of misunderstanding rolling away.

Again, we were coming together as one.

        Notice what the Eagle holds in his talons. He holds an olive branch and
arrows. This country wants peace, but we will never be afraid to fight
to preserve peace. The Eagle always wants to face the olive branch, but
in time of war,his gaze turns toward the arrows.They say that the
number   13 is an unlucky number.
        This is almost a worldwide belief. You will usually never see a room
numbered 13, or any hotels or motels with a 13th floor. But think about

13 original colonies,

13 signers of the Declaration of Independence ,

13 stripes on our flag,

13 steps on the Pyramid,

13 letters in, 'Annuit Coeptis,'

13 letters in ' E PluribusUnum ,'

13 stars above the Eagle,

13 bars on that shield,

13 leaves on the olive branch,

13 fruits,

And if you look closely,
13 arrows
13 small circles on both sides of the two big circles (the one with the pyramid and the Eagle)

        And finally, if you notice the arrangement of the 13 stars in the
right-hand circle you will see that they are arranged as a Star of
David. This was ordered by George Washington who, when he asked Hayim
Solomon, a wealthy Philadelphia Jew, what he would like as a personal
reward for his services to the Continental Army, Solomon said he wanted
nothing for himself but that he would like something for his people.
The Star of David was the result. Few people know that it was Solomon
who saved the Army through his financial contributions but died a
        I always ask people, 'Why don't you know this?' Your children don't
know this, and their history teachers don't know this. (That is because
our schools are Government Schools.)Too many veterans have given up too
much to ever let the meaning fade. Many veterans remember coming home
to an America that didn't care. Too many veterans never came home at
all. Share this page with everyone, so they can learn what is on the back of
the UNITED STATES ONE DOLLAR BILL, and what it stands for!

The History Behind Valentine's Day (Saint Valentine)

Posted on December 30, 2008 at 11:34 PM Comments comments (0)

Valentine's day is one of romance and love. Even in elementry school you can exchange Valentine Cards to your friends or even secret crushes. As adults we see this day to romance and love your significant other more then all of the other days. But why? I found this information (accept for the last paragraph which I wrote myself) on the following link...

I hope that you enjoy reading this as I did. The last part is worth reading. If it is true then it is a great love story.

      Numerous early Christian martyrs were named Valentine. Until 1969, the Catholic Church formally recognized eleven Valentine's Days. The Valentines honored on February 14 are Valentine of Rome and Valentine of Terni. Valentine of Rome was a priest in Rome who suffered martyrdom about AD 269 and was buried on the Via Flaminia. His relics are at the Church of Saint Praxed inValentine of Terni became bishop of Interamna (modern Terni) about AD 197 and is said to have been killed during the persecution of Emperor Aurelian. He is also buried on the Via Flaminia, but in a different location than Valentine of Rome. His relics are at the Basilica of Saint Valentine in Terni.

      Valentine of Terni became bishop of Interamna (modern Terni) about AD 197 and is said to have been killed during the persecution of Emperor Aurelian. He is also buried on the Via Flaminia, but in a different location than Valentine of Rome. His relics are at the Basilica of Saint Valentine in Terni.

     The Catholic Encyclopedia also speaks of a third saint named Valentine who was mentioned in early martyrologies under date of February 14. He was martyred in Africa with a number of companions, but nothing more is known about him. Some sources say the Valentine linked to romance is Valentine of Rome, others say Valentine of Terni. Some scholars have concluded that the two were originally the same person.

       No romantic elements are present in the original early medieval biographies of either of these martyrs. By the time a Saint Valentine became linked to romance in the fourteenth century, distinctions between Valentine of Rome and Valentine of Terni were utterly lost.

       In the 1969 revision of the Roman Catholic Calendar of Saints, the feast day of Saint Valentine on February 14 was removed from the General Roman Calendar and relegated to particular (local or even national) calendars for the following reason: "Though the memorial of Saint Valentine is ancient, it is left to particular calendars, since, apart from his name, nothing is known of Saint Valentine except that he was buried on the Via Flaminia on February 14." The feast day is still celebrated in Balzan and in Malta where relics of the saint are claimed to be found, and also throughout the world by Traditionalist Catholics who follow the older, pre-Vatican II calendar.

The Early Medieval acta of either Saint Valentine were excerpted by Bede and briefly expounded in Legenda Aurea. According to that version, St Valentine was persecuted as a Christian and interrogated by Roman Emperor Claudius II in person. Claudius was impressed by Valentine and had a discussion with him, attempting to get him to convert to Roman paganism in order to save his life. Valentine refused and tried to convert Claudius to Christianity instead. Because of this, he was executed. Before his execution, he is reported to have performed a miracle by healing the blind daughter of his jailer.

      Legenda Aurea

still providing no connections whatsoever with sentimental love, appropriate lore has been embroidered in modern times to portray Valentine as a priest who refused an unattested law attributed to Roman Emperor Claudius II, allegedly ordering that young men remain single. The Emperor supposedly did this to grow his army, believing that married men did not make for good soldiers. The priest Valentine, however, secretly performed marriage ceremonies for young men. When Claudius found out about this, he had Valentine arrested and thrown in jail. In an embellishment to The Golden Legend, on the evening before Valentine was to be executed, he wrote the first "valentine" himself, addressed to a young girl variously identified as his beloved, as the jailer's daughter whom he had befriended and healed, or both. It was a note that read "From your Valentine."


      So seeing as this is such an old holiday its hard for anybody to know why or how Valentine's Day started, nevertheless being associated with love. Although if the story above is true then Saint Valentine of either Rome or Terni had undergone an amazing love story. For him to write one last letter to his true love before his execution... Unknown to him then that their love would create all of this. It makes The History Behind Valentine's Day even more mysteriously romantic.

History Behind Santa and the Easter Bunny

Posted on December 24, 2008 at 2:53 AM Comments comments (0)

I was wondering one day why is there a Santa Claus that goes around in children's imaginations and gives out presants. Also why is there a Easter Bunny going around carrying colored eggs. Each of these holidays are mainly known as Christian holidays. I am a Christian and I know that Christmas is here because it is that day that Jesus Christ was born and we should all praise our king. Easter is here because it is the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ. He was crusified on the cross and rose again proving himself to be the son of God. However how did the Easter Bunny and the egg's come around? Why is Santa Claus mentioned so much on Christmas? I researched and found a few answers, some beliefs from around the world.

History Behind St. Nicholas (Santa Claus)

St Nicholas was born in 280 AD, in Patara, a city of Lycia, in Asia Minor. He became the gift giver of Myra. His gifts were given late at night, so that the gift giver's identity would remain a secret. St Nicholas was eventually named the patron saint of children, sailors, Russia and Greece.

St Nicholas was a Christian priest, who later became a bishop. He was a rich person, and traveled the country helping people, giving gifts of money and other presents. St Nicholas did not like to be seen when he gave away presents, so the children of the day were told to go to sleep quickly or he would not come! Nothing has changed and Santa Claus will not arrive this Christmas unless the children go to sleep early.

A famous story about St Nicholas, is about a poor man who had no money to give to his three daughters on their wedding day. St Nick dropped bags of gold into the stockings which the girls had left to dry by the fire. The sisters found the gold and ever since, children have hung up stockings on Christmas Eve hoping that they will be filled with presents by Christmas morning.

Despite being quite young Nicholas had earned a reputation for kindliness and wisdom. In the year 303, the Roman emperor Diocletian commanded all the citizens of the Roman Empire, which included Asia Minor, to worship him as a god.

Christians believed in one god and one god alone, so their conscience would not allow them to obey the Emperor's order. Angered by their stubbornness, Diocletian warned the Christians that they would be imprisoned. The Emperor carried out the threat and St Nicholas who resisted too was also imprisoned. For more than five years, St Nicholas was confined to a small cell. He suffered from cold, hunger, and thirst, but he never wavered in his beliefs. In 313, when Diocletian resigned, and Constantine came to power Nicholas was released, and he returned to his post as Bishop of Myra. He continued his good works and became even wiser and more understanding by the time of his death on December 6, 343.

In the eyes of the Catholics, a saint is someone who has lived such a holy life that, after dying and going to heaven, he or she is still able to help people on earth. They often become patron to different groups of people - one such was children and many legends sprang up to explain his presence.

By 450, churches in Asia Minor and Greece were being named in honor of him. By 800, he was officially recognized as the a saint by the Eastern Catholic Church.

In the 1200's, December sixth began to be celebrated as Bishop Nicholas Day in France.

By end of the 1400's, St Nicholas was the third most beloved religious figure, after Jesus and Mary. There were more than 2000 chapels and monasteries named after him.

In the 1500's people in England stopped worshipping St Nicholas and favored more another gift giving fgure Father Christmas. Over the centuries, St Nicholas' popularity grew, and many people in Europe made up nw stories that showed his concern for children. The name Santa Claus was derived from the Dutch Sinter Klass pronunciation of St Nicholas. Early Dutch settlers in New York (once called New Amsterdam) brought their traditions of St Nicholas. As children from other countries tried to pronounce Sinter Klass, this soon became Santa Klass, which was settled as Santa Claus. The old bishop's cloak with mitre, jeweled gloves and cozier were soon replaced with his red suit and clothing seen in other modern images.

This informarion and more regarding this topic can be found at the following link.

History Behind The Easter Bunny and the Easter Egg's

While the origin of easter eggs can be explained in a form below, a pious legend among followers of Eastern Christianity says that Mary Magdalene was bringing cooked eggs to share with the other women at the tomb of Jesus, and the eggs in her basket miraculously turned brilliant red when she saw the risen Christ.

A different, but not necessarily conflicting legend concerns Mary Magdalene's efforts to spread the Gospel. According to this tradition, after the Ascension of Jesus, Mary went to the Emperor of Rome and greeted him with “Christ has risen,” whereupon he pointed to an egg on his table and stated, “Christ has no more risen than that egg is red.” After making this statement it is said the egg immediately turned blood red.

The idea of the Easter Bunny comes from early pagan (these are worldly or secular, no religious association with any particular one deity like Christianity has) traditions. The Easter traditions of the Easter Bunny and Easter Eggs do not have any real ties to the Christian celebration of Easter but rather these Easter traditions, that are practiced today, are evolved from pagan symbols. The timing of the Christian celebration of Easter (to Christians this word represents the time frame and the events revolving around Jesus Christ?s death and resurrection) is around the time of the vernal equinox, which is linked historically with a pagan celebration that coincides with the arrival of spring. This pagan celebration also symbolizes the arrival of light and the awakening of the life around us, the idea of spring bringing new life, etc. Even the name ?Easter? itself has its basis in pagan traditions. The name is spawned from the Saxon goddess of Eastre (or Oestre or Ostara) who was the goddess of the dawn and the spring. Eastre, was of course, a fertility goddess who brought an end to winter making days longer and brighter with a passion for ?new life?. Eastre?s presence could be felt by all in the spring as the newly flowering plants, and the new births of babies both human and animal were happening all around. This is where we start to see the formation of the ?EASTER BUNNY? because the animal associated with this goddess as her sacred animal was the RABIT because of this animal?s well known rapid production and fertility prosperity. Easter eggs and ?Easter Bunnies? were both featured in the festivals of Ostara or ?Eastre? which were initially held during the pagan feasts of the goddess Ishtar. The pagans used eggs in the celebration because these are an obvious symbol of fertility with new born chicks also being a great representation of new life. During these feasts and festivals the pagan?s worshiping would use brightly colored eggs, chicks, and ?bunnies? to express their appreciation of the abundance ?Eastre? had provided for them.

When it comes to the actual character that we know as the ?Eastre bunny? or ?EASTER BUNNY? and the idea of him bringing us chocolate eggs on Easter, there is a very interesting pagan story behind the legend. The legend claims that the goddess ?Eastre?, or Ostara as she is also known, felt very bad for arriving late one spring (the season of spring must have actually been late in its coming the year this legend was born) and in order to help make a mends for this she decided to save the life of a poor bird whose wings had frozen in the snow. Eastre made this bird her pet and some versions of the legend even say it made the bird her lover. Feeling compassion for this bird of hers because he no longer had the ability to fly Eastre decided to turn him into a snow hare named ?Lepus?. She also gave him the ability to run very fast so he could avoid hunters and she also gave him one more special gift. In remembrance of his life as a bird Eastre gave Lepus the ability to lay ?eggs?. Not only could Lepus lay eggs but these eggs would also come out in all the different colors of the rainbow. There was only one downfall to this great ability Lepus had, he could only lay these eggs on one day each year, on the day that the festival of Eastre was celebrated. From this simple and earliest known pagan legend we get the first stories of the birth of the idea of the ?EASTER BUNNY? and also Easter Eggs and where they get their multiple bright colors from.

History of the EASTER BUNNY: Traditions around the World

In terms of more recent traditions the character that we in the West would call the ?Easter Bunny?, in our minds, is often a big, almost lifelike, character. A giant loveable and friendly white bunny who is as real as Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy. And who also delivers chocolate eggs to the homes of kids by hiding them in their houses or their yards but providing them with baskets to go and hunt the eggs with during the spring celebration of Easter. When you read it like that it sounds kind of silly don't you think? I mean at least Santa Claus is based on a human being. Anyway's when it comes to the Easter Bunny and other Easter traditions it is important to realize that the customs surrounding this season and Holiday are different around the world.

Believe it or not the first actually documented use of the ?Bunny? as a symbol of ?Easter? occurs in the late 1500?s in Germany of all places. Although if you read the previous article you would know that pagan traditions and legends point the hare or rabbit as often being strongly associated with the time of ?Eastre? or ?Easter?. Following along with their firsts in terms of the ?Easter Bunny? it was the Germans in the 1800?s who were the first ones to also create edible ?Easter Bunnies?. However, it was actually the Pennsylvania Dutch who brought the ?Easter Bunny? from Europe to the United States in the 1700's. Every spring their children would be spinning with excitement in their wait for the arrival of ?Oschter Haws? (their Easter Bunny character) and the gifts that accompanied him; this was a joy for these Dutch children that could only be rivaled by the winter visit of ?Sinterklaas? (their name for Saint Nick ? the mispronunciation of this name is where Santa Claus comes from).

The character of the rabbit or bunny is revered around the world in different cultures. Many Asian cultures hail the rabbit as a sacred messenger to the divine. Even for Buddhists and Egyptians the rabbit has special meaning. And of course Western Europe has their strong beliefs in the rabbit as a symbol of fertility and new life. It is thought that the knowledge of the Eastern traditions to do with the rabbit must have spread to Europe as communication between these two groups increased. Also the fact that the two groups beliefs about the rabbit blended so well together must have helped keep these traditions alive. Even Native American peoples and the ancient Mayans had their beliefs about the mysticism of rabbits a.k.a. bunnies.

Over time these many different traditions/legends about rabbits/bunnies has molded this animal from an symbolic ancient bringer of life, etc. into the ?Easter Bunny? a symbol of the Holiday which celebrates resurrection. In truth, part of the message remains the same as the Rabbit is still symbolic of a season and time when all things are possible and everything can again be new.

When it comes to the modern day tradition of the Easter Bunny, in North America, we follow the idea that on Easter Sunday children wake up to discover either that the ?Easter Bunny? has left them a basket full of candy or that he has hidden eggs (maybe decorated ones or simply chocolate ones) for them to find. There are only a few other countries who follow this same tradition. For example, in Austria, the ?Easter Bunny? who is known to them as ?Osterhase? hides decorated eggs, for children to find the next day, on the night before Easter Sunday. In New Zealand the stores all carry Hot Cross Buns (with the crosses being symbolic of Christ?s cross) and chocolate eggs that the Easter Bunny fills his basket with and delivers to all the children during his delivery rounds on Easter Sunday morning; usually hiding these treats just like the American ?Easter Bunny? so that children have to search for them. In New Zealand?s neighboring country of Australia, they also believe in the ?Easter Bunny?. However, rabbits are considered pests and so there has been a long running campaign to replace the ?Easter Bunny? with the Easter Bilby (a native marsupial ? there are ?Easter Bilbies? made of chocolate and are sold to fund raise for this endangered marsupial) but the ?Easter Bunny is still more popular.

Not all countries celebrate the Easter Bunny or have even heard of him. Other countries have their own strange Easter traditions including Sweden, where in its western provinces there are competitions to see who can create the biggest bonfire and fireworks are shot off. In Norway, Easter time brings out the more modern tradition of ?Easter-crime? shows which are aired including televising detective novels and crime stories. No one knows where this tradition came from. On the other hand, just as in the West almost all countries that celebrate this Holiday do have some form of ?Easter eggs?.

This information and more regarding this topic can be found at the following link.

Blessing At The Big Wheel

Posted on November 22, 2008 at 10:42 PM Comments comments (0)
I got this in an email and I thought that it was a really great story. Everyone should read it and would probably learn a lot from it. I wish I knew who wrote it though.
In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket. Their father was gone. The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two. Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared. Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would scramble to hide under their beds. He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries. Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no food either. If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it. I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best homemade dress, loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job.  The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our small town. No luck. The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince who ever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything. I had to have a job. Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a truck stop.  It was called the Big Wheel.  An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window from time to time at all those kids.  She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning.  She paid 65 cents an hour, and I could start that night.  I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people.  I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night.  She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep. This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal.  That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel.  When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money-- fully half of what I averaged every night.  As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage. The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home.  One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat. New tires! There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires.  Had angels taken up residence in Indiana ? I wondered. I made a deal with the local service station.  In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office.  I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires..... I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough.  Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids.  I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys. Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning.  Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair. On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. There were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a=2 state trooper named Joe.  A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine.  The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up.  When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas morning, to my amazement, my old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes.  I quickly opened the driver's side door, crawled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat. Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box. Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10!  I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans.  Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes.  There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items.  And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll. As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude.  And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning. Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop........

THE POWER OF PRAYER. I believe that God only gives three answers
to prayer:
1. 'Yes!'
2. 'Not yet.'
3 . 'I have something better in mind.'

God still sits on the throne, the devil is a liar.

You maybe going through a tough time right now but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that you cannot imagine.
Author Unknown

What Is Butt Dust?

Posted on November 22, 2008 at 10:40 PM Comments comments (0)

I recieved this in an email and I thought that the little stories were funny. Kids say the darndest things don't they?



Read on and you'll discover the joy in it! These have to be original and genuine. No adult is this creative!!

JACK (age 3) was watching his Mom breast-feeding his new baby sister. After a while he asked: 'Mom why have you got two? Is one for hot and one for cold milk?'
MELANIE (age 5) asked her Granny how old she was. Granny replied she was so old she didn't remember any more. Melanie said, 'If you don't remember you must look in the back of your panties. Mine say five to six.'

BRITTANY (age 4) had an ear ache and wanted a pain killer. She tried in vain to take the lid off the bottle. Seeing her frustration, her Mom explained it was a child-proof cap and she'd have to open it for her. Eyes wide with wonder, the little girl asked: 'How does it know it's me?'

SUSAN (age 4) was drinking juice when she got the hiccups. 'Please don't give me this juice again,' she said, 'It makes my teeth cough.'

DJ (age 4) stepped onto the bathroom scale and asked: 'How much do I cost?'

CLINTON (age 5) was in his bedroom looking worried When his Mom asked what was troubling him, he replied, 'I don't know what'll happen with this bed when I get married. How will my wife fit in it?'

JAMES (age 4) was listening to a Bible story. His dad read: 'The man named Lot was warned to take his wife and flee out of the city but his wife looked back and was turned to salt.' Concerned, James asked: 'What happened to the flea?'

TAMMY (age 4) was with her mother when they met an elderly, rather wrinkled woman her Mom knew. Tammy looked at her for a while and then asked, 'Why doesn't your skin fit your face?'

The Sermon I think this Mom will never forget.... this particular Sunday serm on...'Dear Lord,' the minister began, with arms extended toward heaven and a rapturous look on his upturned face. 'Without you, we are but dust...' He would have continued but at that moment my very obedient daughter who was listening leaned over to me and asked quite audibly in her shrill little four year old girl voice, 'Mom, what is butt dust?'

Author Unknown

Reciprocate Please

Posted on November 17, 2008 at 9:37 PM Comments comments (0)

God determines who walks into your's up to you to decide who you let walk away, who you let stay, and who you refuse to let go.
I need this back. If you'll do this for me, I'll do it for you....When there is nothing left but God, that is when you find out that God is all you need.

Take 60 seconds and give this a shot! All you do is simply say the following small prayer for the people in your life.

Father, God bless all my friends in whatever it is that You know they may need this day! And may their life be full of your peace prosperity and power as he/she seeks to have a closer relationship with you.

Trick your body with your Mind

Posted on October 3, 2008 at 2:09 AM Comments comments (0)
This trick is pretty cool it will blow your mind....
While sitting take your right foot and do little circles clockwise.
Now at the same time draw a 6 in the air.
Your foot will automatically go in the opposite direction no matter what you do!!!
One reason of why this might happen is explained below. However don't worry if the above trick doesn't work for you. There is an occational person who can trick this trick.
THIS effect is partly due to the normal difference in height betweenhand and foot.That difference,in conjunction with gravity and the earth?s rotation,is enough to affect the body?s highly sensitive limb rotation mechanisms.If you eliminate this difference (for instance,by lying down and holding your right leg and arm at about the same height),your right foot will be unaffected.However, if you reverse this height difference (for instance,by positioning your right leg above your head and your right hand nearer the floor),the effect will be even more marked.This is probably because,with this posture,your head is in a silly position too.
I found the explanation on