Dynamation: Merry Christmas
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And have a WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS.
Go check out this fantastic presentation by my friends at Kids4TRUTH.
And have a WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS.
As your Thanksgiving meals settle, the talk turns to Christmas. After all, for the next four weeks Christmas shopping will be on everybody's mind. ...Consider this list of gift ideas for the politco of the family.
After quite some time off... How many blog postings have you recently read that begin this way?
Much has taken place recently. My family is in a state of "CHANGE," which has been great. We decided, on good terms, to leave BJU. I am currently working for Greenville's number one restaurant and building on my hospitality experience. I really do enjoy my work. It's certainly different from an office, secretary, and meetings all day. I miss BJU. By the way, let me restate that we left on good terms. The decision to leave was mine and I stay in close contact with my friends there.
Hey, come back! I plan to post a Christmas wish list and keep everyone updated on my new adventures.
Some titles mean alot. Some I can't stand.
When at the University, my students are expected to call me "Mr. Buck." One day, I heard the familiar title and turned around. Sam, a boy I know from home, and have known since the day he was born, had a question. YUCK!!! To hear him call me Mr. Buck made me sick.
Yet, some title I like to hear. For instance, I enjoy being called COACH. Every now and then I walk through campus. The boys boys from past basketball teams will shout out, "Hey, Coach!" That's special. I try to hide my thrilling smile, but it's no use. I love it when those boys call me "COACH."
Furthermore, I enjoy being called UNCLE BUCK. After my nephew started using the title, it sort of caught fire. Friends' kids and church kids have started calling me UNCLE BUCK. The title makes me laugh, but I'm now officially UNCLE BUCK.
However, I most love the title <!--strtcv-->DADDY<!--stptcv-->. When my daughter, now just shy of 3, was 20 months old she taught my how special the title is. We were teasing and laughing as I read her a book; she then looked up at me, smiling, and said, "Daddy's girl." My heart melted. Then we prayed, I kissed her good night, and left her room. The little princess has her daddy on a string. With tears in her eyes and out stretched arms she melted my heart again with one little word, "DADDY."
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