From a friend of mine.. Ronnie Attwood. hehe...

A pastor concluded that his church was getting into serious financial
troubles. While checking the church storeroom, he discovered several
cartons of new bibles that had never been opened and distributed. So at
his Sunday sermon, he asked for three volunteers from the congregation
who would be willing to sell the bibles door to door for $10 each to
raise the desperately needed money for the church.
Peter, Paul and Louie all raised their hands to volunteer for the task.
The minister knew that Peter and Paul earned their living as salesmen
and were likely capable of selling some bibles. But he had serious
doubts about Louie who was a local farmer, who had always kept to
himself because he was embarrassed by his speech impediment. Poor Louis
stuttered badly. But, not wanting to discourage Louis, the minister
decided to let him try anyway.
He sent the three of them away with the back seat of their cars stacked
with bibles. He asked them to meet with him and report the results of
their door to door selling efforts the following Sunday.
Anxious to find out how successful they were, the minister immediately
asked Peter, "Well, Peter, how did you make out selling our bibles last
week?"
Proudly handing the reverend an envelope, Peter replied, "Using my sales
prowess, I was able to sell 20 bibles, and here's the $200 I collected
on behalf of the church."
"Fine job, Peter!" The minister said, vigorously shaking his hand. "You
are indeed a fine salesman and the Church is indebted to you."
Turning to Paul, "And Paul, how many bibles did you sell for the church
last week?"
Paul, smiling and sticking out his chest, confidently replied, "I am a
professional salesman. I sold 28 bibles on behalf of the church, and
here's $280 I collected."
The minister responded, "That's absolutely splendid, Paul. You are truly
a professional salesman and the church is also indebted to you."
Apprehensively, the minister turned to Louie and said, "And Louie, did
you manage to sell any bibles last week?"
Louie silently offered the minister a large envelope. The reverend
opened it and counted the contents. "What is this?" the minister
exclaimed. "Louie, there's $3,200 in here! Are you suggesting that you
sold 320 bibles for the church, door to door, in just one week?"
Louie just nodded.
That's impossible!" both Peter and Paul said in unison. "We are
professional salesmen, yet you claim to have sold 10 times as many
bibles as we could."
"Yes, this does seem unlikely," the minister agreed. "I think you'd
better explain how you managed to accomplish this, Louie."
Louie shrugged. "I-I-I re-re-really do-do-don't kn-kn-know f-f-f-for
sh-sh-sh-sure," he stammered.
Impatiently, Peter interrupted. "For crying out loud, Louie, just tell
us."
"A-a-a-all I-I-I s-s-said wa-wa-was," Louis replied, "W-w-w-w-would
y-y-y-you l-l-l-l-l-like t-t-to b-b-b-buy th-th-th-this b-b-b-b-bible
f-f-for t-t-ten b-b-b-bucks -- o-o-o-or-- wo-wo-would yo-you j-j-j-just
l-like m-m-me t-t-to st-st-stand h-h-here and r-r-r-r-r-read it t-to
y-y-you??"

Who do you think is cutier?? haha.. we did have a great time! 

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CHARLES SCHULTZ ON LIFE !

Charles Schultz Philosophy

The following is the philosophy of Charles Schultz, the creator of the "Peanuts" comic strip. You don't have to actually answer the questions. Just read straight through, and you'll get the point.


1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.
2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.
3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America.
4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.
5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winner for best actor and actress.
6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.


How did you do?
The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.

Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one:

1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.
2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.
3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.
4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.
5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.


Easier?
The lesson: The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care.

"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia." (Charles Schultz)

The girls saying goodbye with help of parents..  

Madison Ann and Paul.... having fun...  

Birthday boy unwrapping presents.. with some help from the boys... 

Heather and Madison Ann and Kailtyn Brooke 

Jon, Madison Ann and Kailtyn Brooke 

the Birthday boy Phil and family... on his big ole 36th Birthday... 

Kaitlyn studying Zoe' 

The lil' party animal and her Grandma Moffat... 

ok.. now this one is hard to explain...haha.. but Kaitlyn and her Dad do have fun!! 

Look who came up to see everyone and celebrate her Uncle Phil's 36th Birthday! She would not have missed it. She's a party animal!! 

New pictures of Kaitlyn

Hate to jump in here in the middle of dad's blog, but figured it was the fastest way to tell everyone.

I have put some new pics of Kaitlyn on our site (http://jonandrandi.blogspot.com). Some of them are just funny pics and then some from her first birthday and Halloween.

Just some FYI also, I finally got my letter turned into ECU here in Ada to try and get back into school. So hopefully I will know something in a couple of weeks. It is weird, but I'm sort of looking forward to going back to school.... Never thought I would hear myself think that.. lol

See all you folks in Stillwater on Saturday!

Amazing how time moves ..... another I remember when story...

We lived at Yukon on the Mulvey place from 1954 to Sept. 01, 1960 on a quarter section south of Yukon where now is located Mulvey Park. We had a big lake on it and the dairy cows loved the land. Lots of creeks to play in and on the lake was a wooden bridge across one section and in the middle was a cabin with a cool screened in porch and huge fireplace. It was owned by the Martin Mulvey family, and one of their sons, my age, has become one of Stillwater's premiere home builders... Mike Mulvey. Anyway... I am doing this from memory... with out actual facts in front of me... We probably lived there about 6 years.. moving from the Horn place south east of Yukon where we lived for about 4 years or so... My grandparents, Jake and Maude Siegrist, lived on the 172 acres just to east of us on Chez Hall Road. My granddad loved to fish and he could easily walk to the big lake on our dairy farm... bout a quarter mile... but I got side tracked...

A Doctor in Yukon was related to the Mulveys.. his name was Goodnight. He flew a small plane and was a big OSU fan. He would fly to Stillwater and land on the old airstrip that is now our farm here, and would always tell us about it after he found at that the folks bought the half section south of it.. the Kastl farm. He was an Elk and would host parties at the cabin on the lake.
And usually on Sunday morning, after one of his parties... our cows would be slower to come in to the barn, slower eating.. and ready to head back to the cabin area... after a few of these times... Grandpa Moffat and I followed the cows back down to the cabin area and saw the milk cows going straight to a 12' diameter water trough that Dr. Goodnight had behind the cabin... I mean the cows went staight for it... so we walked up to it and looked down and it was full of beer cans.. and in the bottom was some of the beer from the cans and the cows loved it... We laughed, and I can still remember Grandma asking Dr. to please empty out their beer cans before they threw them in the trough.. it was funny ... Grandma said we probably had the only Drunk Milk Cows on Sunday mornings in the county!!!
Now... here is a ditty.. .the very reason for my writing this... After we moved to Stillwater and milked on the East place for about two years we built a barn on Western and moved there. This song was recorded in 1969, Moffett, Oklahoma by Charlie Walker (Charlie's best song, Pick me up on your way down), and it was a tune that KRMG played on the radio and Grandpa Moffat always listened to it for news, etc while eating breakfast and heading to milk barn. An old disk jockey named Marvin McCullough was always wound up and joking around and loved western swing music, including Bob Wills of Tulsa and Hank Thompsen too. And one Sunday morning, Grandpa Moffat was remembering the cow incident... and Marvin played this tune on the radio and Grandpa heard it in the milk barn. It got so still you could hear a pin drop. Grandpa was listening to the song about Moffett OK and then he got really mad... Here we had "drunk cows" at Yukon 10 years before and Doc laughing at us along with friends and neighbors, and the song about a town named after us was nothing but a honky tonk, etc.. you can take it from there.... so for the family.. enjoy this tune... haha....

Today's Quote

In prosperity, our friends know us; in adversity, we know our friends.

-John Churton Collins

more on the attack.... part two

As the copter crew got me ready at Stillwater Municipal Hospital ER... I joked.. yelp you know me.. with them about their uniforms... and how they looked like twinkies... and the nice nurse assisting me said that if I thought they looked funny I should see the pilot.. who incidentally met us at the door to head up the second floor helipad .... cuz he had a tooth missing and no hair and one eye that he could see about half vision with.. well, that made me feel better.. but instead of all that, he was only about 4'11" tall... but he assured me he could see out the windshield... haha.... they zipped me into an insulated body bag..(now that made me feel GREAT!). At least it matched their uniforms and the copter... and loaded me in the back of the craft like I was a tool box... as we went up the ramp, my chest was really hurting... and it was hard to breath, but I didn't want to bother anyone so I kept quite and waved two floors down to all the family gathered... below. After everyone got on board, we lifted off and headed the bus to Tulsa. One reason they wanted me on the copter was .. the ground trip would be very rough... well,, folks, if you have never been in a small craft, plane or copter on a warm fall day.. it is just like being on a bus with NO springs.. my goodness the thermals were bad, but the crew were used to it... and with the chest pain coming and going at about 10 min intervals, I just wanted to get somewhere where they could fix me up... and after about 30 mins at about 2000 feet.. we landed in Tulsa at the St. Francis Heart Hospital. I was stoked... finally I would be able to get some help.. It was a 30 min flight to east side of Tulsa, and we landed.. they got me out and wheeled me into the hospital... and I just knew there would be lots of "specialist" waiting on me.. Drs to help me, nurses all over me cuz this was their speciality.. but boy was I wrong.. haha.... the crew headed into the hospital and no one.. not one person met us, or questioned us.. not one.. we saw NO one... the doors in some of the rooms were open and no one was in them... and we saw no one and now I am wondering just how new this hospital was.. after we got to the second floor and at the nurses station there, did we finally find someone to assist us.. and my room was right there! After they took me out of the body bag and moved me into bed... the nurses asked me if we did the paper work on way up.. the crew and I looked at them and assured them that we did not and that NO one met us.. or questioned us... and the nurses were alarmed.. bad security breach I quess.... hahaha.. but anyway.... I made it to the bed, told the pilot he might hang around and in a bit when Ann got there with our cash, I would pay him to fly me home... haha... The nurse on board was great.. her husband was a "want to be" welder and farmer among other things.. and she was a bit on the heavy side.. but she handled me like I was something that might break... after about an hour and half the family arrived, and I was still having pains, but figured it was the place to be if they got worse... Mom told me about her and Marilyn and Tammy being at the OSU girls basketball game and how the announcer asked that "Tammy Moffat" call her husbands cell phone.. as the game started... Jake called Heather and Phil .. since we were setting home talking about me needing to go and Jake was there. He went to get his hair cut at Studio E and we headed to Dr. I am not sure how he found out we were in the ER in Stillwater as we headed to the Drs office ... and ended up there... but one thing I do know, it's awesome having such as wonderful family as I have... Again, I am richly blessed... more later...

Well, I did it..

Yelp... walked two (2) miles this am in 40 mins. Wow.. a personal best since the ole ticker attack! I am pooped!! and tired too! Feeling better and getting some of my strength back. It's amazing how much better I feel after the work on my heart. Guess that is one organ one needs to take care of... those of you who know me know I learn best from being hit on the head with a two by four!! So maybe I have, not sure, but I think so... haha... I go to the Wellness Center on the OSU campus Friday morning to see about my health, and for them to work with me to get me going again. Ann has helped bunches with her awesome cooking and changing things up for us so the portions are smaller.. and those of you again who know me KNOW eating is MY fav thing to do..... so this is quite a change.... for me and family. Jake is losing weight too and looking really good.. reminds me of someone I used to know, haha LONG TIME AGO...
Heather is losing weight too.. and family is doing good. Phil and Tammy celebrated his 36th birthday in Ft. Worth at the Texas Motor Speedway Sat and Sun with VIP passes to pit and everywhere. They were seated on the Finish Line!! How cool. Neat way to remember 36th. Jon and family are coming up this weekend.. I am stoked about that... love seeing Kaitlyn and her folks too.... hehe...
later.. just wanted to brag on my walk... Got to keep up with Aunt Freda who does this on a regular basis!!!

Enjoy... Red Skelton's Pledge of Allegiance

Red Skelton's Pledge to the Flag... a must hear if you never have. We lived at Yukon on Mulvey Park as it's known today... when Red gave this on his show. I always got to watch the first 30 mins of his hour how, as it started at 7:30pm and bed time was at 8pm SHARP!

IF MY BODY WERE A CAR - from Uncle Ivan...

IF MY BODY WERE A CAR

If my body were a car, this is the time I would be thinking about
trading it in for a newer model.

I've got bumps and dents and scratches in my finish and my paint job is
getting a little dull, but that's not the worst of it.

My fenders are too wide to be considered stylish. They were once as
sleek as a little MG; now they look more like an old Buick.

My seat cushions have split open at the seams. My seats are sagging.
Seat belts? I gave up all belts when Krispy Cremes opened a shop in my
neighborhood.

Air bag's? Forget it. The only bags I have these days are under my
eyes. Not counting the saddlebags, of course.

I have soooooo many miles on my odometer. Sure, I've been many places
and seen many things, but when's the last time an appraiser factored
life experiences against depreciation?

My headlights are out of focus and it's especially hard to see things up
close.

My traction is not as graceful as it once was. I slip and slide and
skid and bump into things even in the best of weather.

My whitewalls are stained with varicose veins.
It takes me hours to reach my maximum speed.
My fuel rate burns inefficiently.


But here's the worst of it - almost every time I sneeze, cough or
sputter..... either my radiator leaks or my exhaust backfires!!!!