It is exactly for this reason that a lot of new people are reluctant to post! I for one read alot of the threads and this one attracted my attention. Wrong move. I feel for Max as he is always saying poor, poor me. Circulation and etc. Yes I do pay attention. I feel sorry for him, because he must lead a really lonesome life.

I feel that the pond is made to play in. If we have questions, concerns or prayer requests we should feel comfortable posting them and not get insulted. Just my 2 .

susanmagusan wrote:Where do I find the teddy bear? In the walkthough, at one point, the teddy bear isn't there. Then at the fireplace where you put the egg, the teddy bear is in inventory. It never says how to get the teddy bear.

The teddy bear is to the right of the big tree in the painting, and you can get it even if you made the rain.

I just finished the game. All I can say is WOW! Stunning. I was drawn from the beginning.

So many good Ideas.

Kishimojun..... that seems like a very good idea... one that I will probably try. I leave the light on in that room all night as a nightlght.A bomb wouldnt wake me.

Murphy that is a great suggestion, until I actually have to open the BR to go myself.

Axo another great suggestion that I will try.

Tayers it is not the kittens it is the mama.

I have a cat her name is Callie. We "acquired" her after my dogs ran her up a tree. That was in February. She has since delivered 5 kittens. They were born on 7/16. I am going to keep Callie and the little grey one. Maybe. Hence my question. Callie has for the past 4 nights decided that my bathtub (which I might add is on the other side of the house) is her litter box! YECH! The vet told me to put her on kitten chow and because the kitties are now almost 6 weeks old I have introduced wet food. We do clean out Callie's litter box 3 times a day, and the little ones have another one just for them, which is also cleaned. How do I make Callie understand that my bathtub is not the toilet? Any suggestions?

Oh my goodness... first time. I have been to WDW 127 times and that is just the magic kingdom. That does not count the other Disney parks. It helps that I only live about an hour and a half away from Orlando. There is so much to see and do. You are lucky with the 5 days. Take plenty of the green stuff as things are expensive. Bottled water is almost 3 dollars. Make sure at the Magic Kingdom you see Pirates of the Caribbean, Splash Mountain, Thunder Mountain and Space Mountain. Other fun stuff there is abundant but those are the highs. Splash Mountain is based on Song of the South. Remember Zippidy doo dah? Another park that I would recommend is Animal Kingdom. That is one of my favorites, and it is a Disney property so you can park hop. It is a very fun park, and a bit slower than the Magic Kingdom. Epcot is great also.... but if you have small children it could be a bit boring. We go to Epcot every year at Christmas. It is fabulous. If you do go there during your trip be sure to visit the American Adventure. And stick around for the fireworks Refletions. It is awe inspiring and quite possibly could bring tears. At christmas as the finale they play the song let there be peace on earth. Also at Epcot there is Soarin' which in mho is the best ride ever. Then there is Disney's Hollywood studios to round out the 4 parks. If you go there be sure to see Lights, Camera, Action the stunt show. It is awesome. And the fireworks/show which is called Fantasmic. That is one of the best shows ever! It is amazing. If you have any questions PM me..... I have been a tour guide to more than 1. lol Oh and make sure that at all of the parks that you take advantage of the fastpass.

I also would like to add my 2 to the kudos to the BF team. Thank you very much for giving the pond back to us.... game community will be appreciated as well. I don't post much but read the chit chat every day. This Detox idea really doesn't work. Thank God no one got hurt in the fire. It is hard to be away from our friends no matter what the reason. Thank you BF for restoring at least some semblance of normalcy back to our lives.

This promotion excites me as I have been a member of the gameclub since 7/06. Maybe thats long enough. I probably have around 100 games so I wont qualify for that list. But the speculation is fun.

I live in central Florida in Citrus County. You are right about the hot weather, and this is still not the hottest time of the year. Thank God for airconditioning.

My 21-year-old daughter is in the Army. She is a military police. She is stationed in Hawaii right now. She has only been in since September 2008.

Lori

This topic is very dear to alot of people's hearts. Brings back lots of fond memories. I went to Disneyworld when it first opened in 1971. Since then I have been to the Magic Kingdom 139 times.. and that is just the park with the castle. When I was younger my high school band played in many of the Main Street Parades. I love everything about that park. This year my daughter performed in the EPCOT Candlelight Processional... that was really amazing. Disney knows how to do memories up right!

It has been a while since I played this game. I think you are on the treasure chest? This is the last puzzle of the game.

You have to hit the shapes/colors in order. I do not know if it changes or not.. but mine was red, orange, yellow, green, blue and then purple.

When you first start on the puzzle you try hit them and the first one lights up, but then you hit another color and it turns off... that 1st one that lights is your first color (like red). Then remember that color and hit another and if the 1st one stays lit and you have 2 lit up (like red and orange.. keep remembering the sequence and eventually you will have them all lit. Hope this helps.

Kellie they had alot of snow in Seattle as of yesterday. And they are closed for the holiday. Hope you get the help you need.

Miracles happen... HE is miraculous and always comes through when we need him most. So happy for you Julia.

I also thought that it might be the same attache' case. Great story. Keep going!

there was the Grandmother and the girl's brother he had met earlier that day. A woman whom he guessed was Sarah's mother stood by the bed, gently pushing Sarah's thin hair off her forehead. And another woman who he discovered later was Sarah's aunt, sat in a chair near the bed with weary, sad look on her face. They were talking quietly, and Santa could sense the warmth and closeness of the family, and their love and concern for Sarah. Taking a deep breath, and forcing a smile on his face, Santa entered the room, bellowing a hearty, "Ho, ho, ho!"

"Santa!" shrieked little Sarah weakly, as she tried to escape her bed to run to him, IV tubes in tact.

Santa rushed to her side and gave her a warm hug. A child the tender age of his own son -- 9 years old -- gazed up at him with wonder and excitement. Her skin was pale and her short tresses bore telltale bald patches from the effects of chemotherapy. But all he saw when he looked at her was a pair of huge, blue eyes. His heart melted, and he had to force himself to choke back tears. Though his eyes were riveted upon Sarah's face, he could hear the gasps and quiet sobbing of the women in the room. As he and Sarah began talking, the family crept quietly to the bedside one by one, squeezing Santa's shoulder or his hand gratefully, whispering "thank you" as they gazed sincerely at him with shining eyes. Santa and Sarah talked and talked, and she told him excitedly all the toys she wanted for Christmas, assuring him she'd been a very good girl that year. As their time together dwindled, Santa felt led in his spirit to pray for Sarah, and asked for permission from the girl's mother. She nodded in agreement and the entire family circled around Sarah's bed, holding hands. Santa looked intensely at Sarah and asked her if she believed in angels.



"Oh, yes, Santa ... I do!" she exclaimed.

"Well, I'm going to ask that angels watch over you,! "he said. Laying one hand on the child's head, Santa closed his eyes and prayed. He asked that God touch little Sarah, and heal her body from this disease. He asked that angels minister to her, watch and keep her. And when he finished praying, still with eyes closed, he started singing softly, "Silent Night, Holy Night. all is calm, all is bright." The family joined in, still holding hands, smiling at Sarah, and crying tears of hope, tears of joy for this moment, as Sarah beamed at them all. When the song ended, Santa sat on the side of the bed again and held Sarah's frail, small hands in his own.

"Now, Sarah," he said authoritatively, "you have a job to do, and that is to concentrate on getting well. I want you to have fun playing with your friends this summer, and I expect to see you at my house at Mayfair Mall this time next year!" He knew it was risky proclaiming that, to this little girl who had terminal cancer, but he "had" to. He had to give her the greatest gift he could -- not dolls or games or toys -- but the gift of HOPE.

"Yes, Santa!" Sarah exclaimed, her eyes bright.

He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and left the room. Out in the hall, the minute Santa's eyes met Rick's, a look passed between them and they wept unashamed. Sarah's mother and grandmother slipped out of the room quickly and rushed to Santa's side to thank him.

"My only child is the same age as Sarah," he explained quietly. "This is the least I could do." They nodded with understanding and hugged him.

One year later, Santa Mark w as again back on the set in Milwaukee for his six-week, seasonal job which he so loves to do. Several weeks went by and then one day a child came up to sit on his lap. "Hi, Santa! Remember me?"

"Of course, I do," Santa proclaimed (as he always does), smiling down at her.

After all, the secret to being a "good" Santa is to always make each child feel as if they are the "only" child in the world at that moment.

"You came to see me in the hospital last year!" Santa's jaw dropped.

Tears immediately sprang in his eyes, and he grabbed this little miracle and held her to his chest. "Sarah!" he exclaimed. He scarcely recognized her, for her hair was long an d silky and her cheeks were rosy -- much different from the little girl he had visited just a year before. He looked over and saw Sarah's mother and grandmother in the sidelines smiling and waving and wiping their eyes.

That was the best Christmas ever for Santa Claus. He had witnessed --and been blessed to be instrumental in bringing about -- this miracle of hope. This precious little child was healed. Cancer-free. Alive and well. He silently looked up to Heaven and humbly whispered, "Thank you, Father. 'Tis a very, Merry Christmas!

OPTIONAL: If you believe in miracles you will pass this on..I did!















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Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at Mayfair Mall in Wisconsin. The child climbed up on his lap, holding a picture of a little girl. "Who is this?" asked Santa, smiling. "Your friend? Your sister?"

"Yes, Santa," he replied. "My sister, Sarah, who is very sick," he said sadly.

Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby, and saw her dabbing her eyes with a tissue.

"She wanted to come with me to see you, oh, so very much, Santa!" the child exclaimed. "She misses you," he added softly.

Santa tried to be cheerful and encouraged a smile to the boy's face, asking him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas. When they finished their visit, the Grandmother came over to help the child off his lap, and started to say something to Santa, but halted.

"What is it?" Santa asked warmly.

"Well, I know it's really too much to ask you, Santa, but, " the old woman began, shooing her grandson over to one of Santa's elves to collect the little gift which Santa gave all his young visitors. "The girl in the photograph My granddaughter .. Well, you see .. She has leukemia and isn't expected to make it even through the holidays," she said through tear-filled eyes. "Is there any way, Santa. Any possible way that you could come see Sarah? That's all she's asked for, for Christmas, is to see Santa."

Santa blinked and swallowed hard and told the woman to leave information with his elves as to where Sarah was, and he would see what he could do. Santa thought of little else the rest of that afternoon. He knew what he had to do. "What if it were MY child lying in that hospital bed, dying," he thought with a sinking heart, "this is the least I can do."

When Santa finished visiting with all the boys and girls that evening, he retrieved from his helper the name of the hospital where Sarah was staying. He asked the assistant location manager how to get to Children's Hospital.

"Why?" Rick asked, with a puzzled look on his face.

Santa relayed to him the conversation with Sarah's grandmother earlier that day. "C'mon ... I'll take you there," Rick said softly.

Rick drove them to the hospital and came inside with Santa. They found out which room Sarah was in. A pale Rick said he would wait out in the hall. Santa quietly peeked into the room through the half-closed door and saw little Sarah on the bed. The room was full of what appeared to be her family; there was the Grandmother

I know... I read the other post.. but just didn't chime in. Wish I had! You are great.

Okay,, and ... and... and then what happened. Don't go away and leave this story. Finish it.. Topside can wait. What talent is shown here in the pond.

I haven't chimed in in a while.. but I am loving these stories! I really like this one because like all pet lovers we can just substitute a name. I love your other story guy, Julie's and the truth or dare one. You are all awesome writers!