Freeper Canteen, Canteen kids February 8, 2006 Junior NRA

Kidlett CLR

[Kidlett CLR]

 

 

 

 

 

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Eddie Eagle

Eddie Eagle Says:

If you see a gun--
Stop...
Don't touch...
Leave the Area...
Tell an adult!

 

Eddie Eagle® is a registered trademark of the National Rifle Association's gun safety program for kids.  It is the nation's most popular gun safety program geared toward children and has been incorporated into school systems throughout the country.  Please get your parent's permission and click on the Eddie Eagle® Home Page below.  There is a bunch of material available including a videotape, booklets, pamphlets, stickers, coloring books and much more!!!

This program was begun by a woman named Marion Hammer.  She lives in Florida and is a Past President of the National Rifle Association.  Thank you Marion!!!

Eddie Eagle's Home Page

Become a Junior Member of the National Rifle Association.  Just tell your parents to go to this page.  You get a magazine called Insights that is specifically meant for kids.

The Eddie Eagle GunSafe^® Program
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Kid's Test

Take a short test on what you just learned.  I will give you a situation and you have to decide what to do.

Go take the test.

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Gun Safety Pact

This is a printable agreement for both you and your parents to sign.  This pact can save lives, so please pass it on to your friends.

Read, print and sign the gun safety pact with your parents.

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The Golden Rule Of Gun Safety:

The Golden Rule of Gun Safety is to ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS, point the barrel of the gun in a safe direction.  If this rule is ALWAYS followed, there will never be another gun accident.

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If guns are outlawed, only outlaws will have them.

 

 

 

 

 

[beachn4fun]

I'm with you! It makes me hopeful when I see the days getting longer. I know that spring is not far behind!

Over the weekend, I saw a forsythia bush already in bloom. And, I notice crocuses coming up! Spring is near!

[TheBigB]

AaaAaAAAaAAAAaaAaAAaaaAaaAaAA!

Okay, I'm up now. : )

[beachn4fun]

[beachn4fun]

(wink)

(snicker)

[beachn4fun]

[ninergold3]

Animal Funny For The Day / From FoxNews.com

I Bet Kanga Never Had These Problems!

MOORPARK, Calif. (AP) — Feznick, an aspiring celebrity kangaroo, underwent lip surgery because he was bitten by a wolf at a Hollywood animal farm.

The 75-pound kangaroo underwent plastic surgery on Sunday and veterinarians say the marsupial will soon be ready to resume his acting career.

Feznick is an aspiring actor who often appears at corporate events and was on the red carpet for the opening of last year's movie flop "Kangaroo Jack," his owner Eadie McMullan said.

Last year, Feznick stuck his snout under a fence at a Kern County farm for Hollywood animals and was bitten by a wolf, leaving the 4-year-old kangaroo with a toothy, Billy Idol-style sneer, veterinarian Scott Amsel said.

Surgery on Sunday turned Feznick's muzzle back into a fuzzy, made-for-TV, face.

Westlake Village plastic surgeon Dr. Theodore Corwin performed the two-hour lip surgery, the first time he's ever worked on an animal. He didn't charge for Feznick's lip repair.

"It looks like people surgery in a way," said surgical nurse Jeanine Rich, "except the patient is a little hairier."

— Thanks to Out There reader Kathi C.

[beachn4fun]

Good day, mate. Ah, this is series, mate. Cracky.......Hollywood don't hire Kanga's with a hair-lip.

[TASMANIANRED]

Kids have no idea that they can impact so many people.

I'll hold you guys in my prayers.

[beachn4fun]

[TASMANIANRED]

I'm sure it is very hard for you.

Mothers suffer awfully when their kids hurt.

God has a plan even though it may be hard to see his finger right now.

I will pray.

[beachn4fun]

[E.G.C.]

((LOL))

[Lady Jag]

When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our
neighborhood. I remember well 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
sympathy.


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 voice.

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. She 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, "Paul 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 asked.

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 home 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
Paul?" "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. Whose life have you touched today?

Why not pass this on? I just did....Lifting you on eagle's wings. May you
find the joy and peace you long for.

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

[68-69TonkinGulfYachtClub]

You will stay right where you are on the thread.
Please take a moment and Thank a Service Man or Woman.
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[68-69TonkinGulfYachtClub]

What a great daughter you are raising!

Your example IS making a difference!

Thanks!

[ninergold3]

Beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing. I get so much from all of you here.

So, on that note, I have a question. I always feel silly when I ask something like this but maybe someone else has this question too.

Is there a "proper" way to pray? I have been told the it's OK to keep a prayer list and read from it but that feels disrespectful - maybe because praying in church is always done with head bowed and eyes closed.

Now, if it's OK to use a prayer list must you name the person and why you are praying for them or will God know?

When we move I plan to set up one room at the very front of the house as a library. Here is where I want to do my daily Bible study (beginning again) and prayer.

Y'all are so smart and helpful that I feel comfortable asking. I'm getting ready to take the little guy to school so I'll be back later.

[Kathy in Alaska]

Up and at em, B!!

[StarCMC]

Ok - I'm in at the Salt Mines. Took me an hour and 45 minutes to get here -- it's snowing (yes a grand total of about 2 inches on the grass and people are driving 20 miles an hour on the Interstate! YEESH!! This ain't FLORIDUH people, move along!!)

[Kathy in Alaska]

wh!!

Star.....#50 and #150!!
AZ.....#100!!
Luv.....#200 and #250!!
fatima.....#300!!
Taz.....#350!!
E.....#400!!

[Kathy in Alaska]

Thanks, ms feather, for the Canteen Blessing for the Troops.