A lady recently being baptized was asked by a coworker what it was like to be a Christian. She replied, 'It's like being a pumpkin.' God picks you from the patch, brings you in, and washes all the dirt off that you may have gotten from the other pumpkins. Then he cuts the top off and scoops out all the yucky stuff. He removes the seeds of doubt, hate, greed, etc, and then He carves you a new smiling face and puts His light inside of you to shine for the whole world to see.
This was passed to me from another pumpkin.
I thought this was cool, given the fall season we are in. I love fall!!
Saturday, November 1, 2008
From Sophie to Poor Petey (Peetie)
Seems like an IQ test doesn't it? How do you get from Sophie to Poor Petey? Well it's just a case of renaming our family does. We rush into a name for an animal and then call it a totally separate name. It confuses the vet something awful and makes for identity crisis in the home. But we do it every time. And our Sophie is no exception. The name Sophie stuck for about a week, just long enough for her to be registered at the vet as Sophie. Then it was Poor Petey from then on. But I guess I should tell the story of how we got the name Petey to begin with.
We have a friend who told a story of his pet parrot Petey. Petey was an elderly bird with limited use of his legs and wings. Petey had a disability and was afforded the status and special housing the BADA (Bird Americans with Disabilities Act) required. One day an Aunt came to visit the home. They visited for a long while and she inquired after the lame bird. She hadn't seen the limpy bird since she arrived and wondered where he was. All the family was in love with this infirmed bird and had some sort of ownership in his well being. The calls went out, Petey, Petey where are you? Here birdie, Petey come say hello. But there was nothing. The son asked, when was the last time you saw him? His mom answered with trepidation in her voice, pointing to the chair where the Aunt sat, right there! The Aunt rose slowly and to everyone's horror lay Pete Parrot, dead. With sadness the mom just stated a fact, Poor Petey.
Well the story just made us all laugh, not so much at the birds demise but the way he died.
Now to how Sophie became Poor Peetie. She has the most annoying habit of jumping up under your bum just as you go to sit down. There are hundreds of times that we have almost made a poor Petey out of her. Then when we rescue her by gyrating around so as not to sit on her we tell her she was almost Poor Peetied. And the name just stuck to her. Even Molly sits on her when they sleep together. All curled up, you will see all of Molly and just the back half of Sophie. So the name Peetie is what she will come to, and respond to. And that’s how you get from Sophie to Peetie (we feel this is the more feminine spelling). And I’m not sure about anybody’s IQ who is involved.
We have a friend who told a story of his pet parrot Petey. Petey was an elderly bird with limited use of his legs and wings. Petey had a disability and was afforded the status and special housing the BADA (Bird Americans with Disabilities Act) required. One day an Aunt came to visit the home. They visited for a long while and she inquired after the lame bird. She hadn't seen the limpy bird since she arrived and wondered where he was. All the family was in love with this infirmed bird and had some sort of ownership in his well being. The calls went out, Petey, Petey where are you? Here birdie, Petey come say hello. But there was nothing. The son asked, when was the last time you saw him? His mom answered with trepidation in her voice, pointing to the chair where the Aunt sat, right there! The Aunt rose slowly and to everyone's horror lay Pete Parrot, dead. With sadness the mom just stated a fact, Poor Petey.
Well the story just made us all laugh, not so much at the birds demise but the way he died.
Now to how Sophie became Poor Peetie. She has the most annoying habit of jumping up under your bum just as you go to sit down. There are hundreds of times that we have almost made a poor Petey out of her. Then when we rescue her by gyrating around so as not to sit on her we tell her she was almost Poor Peetied. And the name just stuck to her. Even Molly sits on her when they sleep together. All curled up, you will see all of Molly and just the back half of Sophie. So the name Peetie is what she will come to, and respond to. And that’s how you get from Sophie to Peetie (we feel this is the more feminine spelling). And I’m not sure about anybody’s IQ who is involved.
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