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A 4-WEEK-OLD BABY WAS IN DESPERATE NEED OF A HOME
Johannes 15:4 Bly in My, soos Ek in julle. Net soos die loot geen vrug kan dra van homself as dit nie in die wynstok bly nie, so julle ook nie as julle in My nie bly nie. PAGE 2 A 4 Week Old Baby Was In Desperate Need Of A Home. PAGE 3 Die Ouderdom Is ‘n Luis PAGE 4 Recipe PAGE 7 A Cruise Line That Have It's Own Private Island PAGE 11 JOB SEEKERS PAGE 13 steer from Alabama has horn span wider than the Statue of Liberty’s face! PAGE 17 DIY PAGE 22+ 23 Datums Om Te Onthou
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A 4-WEEK-OLD BABY WAS IN DESPERATE NEED OF A HOME. THE COUPLE THAT TOOK HIM IN KNEW HE WAS MEANT TO BE THEIRS. Sarah Mouracade Sarah Mouracade thought she would never have a child—then a miracle happened. When my best friend, Colleen, was 38 weeks pregnant, she asked me to go with her to Babies “R” Us, one of the only children’s shops in Anchorage, Alaska. She found out she was expecting around the time I found out I would never give birth. I was only 29, but doctors said that I had too many medical challenges to conceive, let alone carry a child to term. Focusing on Colleen’s good fortune helped distract me from my own grief. I hosted her baby shower and sewed bedding and curtains for her son’s nursery. Now the only thing she needed was a changing table, which was what we had come to buy. As we headed to the furniture section, a gray-and-white-striped onesie caught my eye. The red crab sewn on the backside smiled with bright eyes, suggesting it had a secret. Maybe it triggered memories from my childhood: digging for crabs in the Gulf of Mexico’s sands, eating them on the docks in Baltimore with my family, pretending I was Ariel from The Little Mermaid. If things were different, that crab onesie would have made me laugh. Instead I said, “If I ever have a son, I’d want him to have that.” Colleen stopped, grasping my wrist so I would stop too. “Sarah, you have to get it,” she said. I shook my head no. I didn’t want a reminder of what I couldn’t have. Of course, my husband, John, and I had talked about adoption. But I worried that the process would only lead to more rejection. That night, I told John about the outfit. “Maybe you should’ve gotten it,” he said, pulling me close. I told him no. The next Sunday, John and I went to church for the second time in more than a decade. In a city where people tend to come and go, we ached for connection and figured that this church, which had a reputation for being accepting, might offer that. As we walked in, I noticed a tiny baby nestled in the arms of a woman with white hair tied back in a bun. His head rested on her shoulder, and on his backside was the same red crab I’d seen just eight days before. My breath caught. I turned to John and whispered, “That’s the outfit I was telling you about.” He cocked his eyebrows. Throughout the service, I was transfixed by the infant with fine blond hair sticking straight up from his head. I longed to hold him. I tried to distract myself by looking at the bright horizon over the snowy mountains. At the end of the service, the reverend stood to make announcements. The white-haired woman walked up beside him, holding the infant. “Most of you know this woman, and many of you know her daughter’s situation,” he said. “But what you may not know is that this baby needs a home, and he needs it by Thursday.” I was afraid to make a sound. The reverend continued, “If you or anyone you know is thinking about adoption, please see us after the service.” I felt a hand on my lap and looked at John. He had tears in his eyes too. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” he whispered. We picked up our coats and, with our fingers interlaced, walked to the area where a group of people had congregated around the woman and the baby. The grandmother beckoned us forward, and I saw the child’s face for the first time—round with almond-shaped eyes and full lips. John was brave enough to hold him, but I was not. She took our phone numbers, saying the family would follow up. That evening, they came to our home. The grandmother entered with an air of confident grace, but the young mother, carrying her baby, struggled to look us in our eyes. I didn’t know her, but I wanted to hug her. We sat in our living room with a plate of cookies and cups of coffee. Before we sat down, the mother asked whether I would like to hold her baby. This time I said yes. He fit perfectly in my arms. Over the next hour, we learned that he was four weeks old and that twelve families had volunteered to adopt him. The mother shared that she had many challenges that prevented her from parenting. Rather than letting her son became a ward of the state, she was choosing to relinquish her parental rights to the best family. If she picked us, all she asked was that we let her be involved in his life in some way. We agreed wholeheartedly. I never mentioned the crab onesie. I wanted her to make her decision without being influenced by that coincidence. When they stood to leave, I passed her baby back to her, and John and I waved goodbye as they walked to their car. Then we turned toward each other, embracing silently. The next morning as I brushed my teeth, my phone rang. “We picked you” was all I heard. Two days later, the baby moved into our home. After six months, our adoption was finalized. Our six-year-old son continues to be the best unexpected thing that will ever happen to me. And that crab onesie remains neatly folded in one of my dresser drawers, where I plan to hold on to it—forever.
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Geskryf deur Barney Louw Hy bekruip jou. Soos droogte in die Boesmanland. Stadig. Maar seker.
Hy maak jou krom. Hy maak jou stom. Hy maak jou vergeet. Hy knibbel stomp-tand aan eergister se onthou. Hy stroop die bas van jou onthouboom. Hy los jou alleen. Met net gedagtes. Ver gedagtes. Wat jou terugvat na jou jonkweesdae. Jou eerste Daan Desimaal jare. Springbokradio dae. Pip Freedman en Four Jacks and a Jill jare. Charles Jacoby en Jim Reeves jare. Draadloosjare met oom Jan Cronjé en tannie Esmé Euvrard. "So maak mens!" Middagstories soos die Du Toit`s van Soetmelksvlei, Geluksdal, Dans van die Flamink, Wolwedans in die Skemer, As die Naguil roep en Patrollie 33 Charlie. Maar die ouderdom maak jou ook astrant. Soms neuk hy stroom-op met jou. Na daar waar jy weet jy nie eintlik moet gaan krap nie. Want dis die plek van die Groot Nostalgie. Wanneer jy sonder dat jy wou, skielik daai ou droë Heimweeboom begin klim. Ja, hoog in die takke is jy. Jy raak dik gedrink. Van die verlange se waters. Jy boor diep. Slukkie vir slukkie drink jy uit blou jare terug se vars boorgate. Jou kinderjare. Skoolgaanjare. Vingerbordjare. Bok-bok-staan-styf jare. Jonk-verlief-wees jare... Soms praat jy met jouself. Saggies. Of so dink jy. Want jou ore hoor nie meer soos destyds nie. Al is hulle nou groter... Ja, jou gesig krimp, maar jou neus en ore word groter. Jou tande raak stomp. Jy word lomp. Ouderdom is soos `n steeks donkie. Hy briek jou. Jý wil, maar jou bene steek vas. Viervoet vat hy jou vloer toe. Loopraam toe. Soos `n kind. Só stroop hy jou selfvertroue. Gister se bravade maak plek vir vandag se bang. Ouderdom steel. Jou onafhanklikheid. Jou karsleutels. Jou lisensie...Hy lewer jou oor. Aan ander se genade. Hy maak jou sag. Weerloos. En eensaam. Hy laat jou huil. Sommer oor niks. Sommer oor alles. Die ouderdom is `n luis met `n hoofletter! Hy ruk jou uit jou huis uit. Ontvoer jou. Teen jou wil. Huis Herfsblaar toe. Waar Matrone jou baas is. Huisreëls jou bind. Styf. Vas. Met oumenstoue. Waarvoor jy `n helse prys betaal. Letterlik. Terwyl jy Genadebrood moet eet...En perdesalf op ou spiere se seer smeer. Ouderdom druk. Jou smaakkliere toe. Jy verloor jou proe. Hy vat jou eetlus weg. Jou energie. Hy breek jou spoed. Maar ouderdom leer jou ook geduld, want die kinders kom kuier op húlle tyd. Ouderdom laat jou spog. Te veel. Oor die kleinkinders. Wat jou siel lawe! Saam met die jare se grysheid, kom daar darem ook `n bietjie wysheid. En diepe dankbaarheid. Vir gespaarde jare uit Sy hand uit. Maar dan. Later. Raak jý stadig maar seker weer kind. Moet jy gewoond raak aan die alewige verkleinwoordjies... En om na jou kinders te luister!
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INGREDIENTS: • 1 ¼cups sugar • 6 tablespoons cornstarch (maizena) • 1teaspoon salt • 5 cups full cream milk • 4 tablespoons unsalted butter, cut into 4 pieces • 5 teaspoons vanilla extract • 2 tablespoons water • 1 ¼teaspoons unflavored gelatin • 2 ¾cups fill cream, chilled • 1 – 2 packs graham crackers • 1 cup semisweet chocolate chips • 5 tablespoons light corn syrup (or honey/glucose syrup) METHOD: Combine sugar, cornstarch, and salt in large saucepan. Whisk milk into sugar mixture until smooth and bring to boil, scraping bottom with rubber spatula, over medium-high heat. Immediately reduce heat to medium-low and cook, continuing to scrape bottom, until thickened and large bubbles appear on surface, 4 to 6 minutes. Off heat, whisk in butter and vanilla. Transfer pudding to large bowl and place plastic wrap directly on surface of pudding. Refrigerate until cool, about 2 hours. Stir water and gelatin together in bowl and let sit until gelatin softens, about 5 minutes. Microwave until mixture is bubbling around edges and gelatin dissolves, 15 to 30 seconds. Using stand mixer fitted with whisk, whip 2 cups cream on medium-low speed until foamy, about 1 minute. Increase speed to high and whip until soft peaks form, about 2 minutes. Add gelatin mixture and whip until stiff peaks form, about 1 minute. Whisk one-third whipped cream into chilled pudding, then gently fold in remaining whipped cream, 1 scoop at a time, until combined. Cover bottom of 13 by 9-inch baking dish with layer of graham crackers, breaking crackers as necessary to line bottom of pan. Top with half of pudding-whipped cream mixture (about 5 1/2 cups) and another layer of graham crackers. Repeat with remaining puddingwhipped cream mixture and remaining graham crackers.
Microwave chocolate chips, remaining 3/4 cup cream, and corn syrup in bowl, stirring occasionally, until smooth, 1 to 2 minutes. Cool glaze to room temperature, about 10 minutes. Cover graham crackers with glaze and refrigerate cake for 6 to 24 hours. Serve. (Éclair cake can be refrigerated for up to 2 days.) 4
Bill Schulz Check yourselves before you wreck your shelves by way of placing this need-to-bechilled items in your fridge rather than a cupboard. Looking for answers as to what jarred, Tupperwared, and boxed munchies should be placed within the cold confines of your kitchen’s stainless steel safe? KETCHUP: The hamburger’s number one helper does have a high acid content which fends off bacteria for a bit, but cool temperatures help maintain flavor and freshness for up to a whopping six months. 5
Tina Donvito Who needs cereal, eggs, and bacon in the a.m. when your tummy doesn’t even rumble till near lunchtime? You’d be surprised. YOUR BREATH STINKS: Wait, how can not eating foods that could potentially give you bad breath still leave you with bad breath? U.S. News and World Report explains that eating breakfast stimulates saliva production and helps scrub your tongue of bacteria, which can make your morning breath more tolerable. Skipping breakfast ensures that stinky bacteria continue to thrive in your mouth. Dr. Mervyn Druian of the London Centre for Cosmetic Dentistry told DailyMail.com that the best fresh fruit and a glass of water is the most effective breakfast for washing away that bacteria. 6
Jeff Bogle
It’s true that cruise ships—with their laser tag arenas, escape rooms, ice rinks, soaring water slides, and go-cart courses—are becoming destinations themselves, but nothing beats an escape to a private island. Royal Caribbean’s Perfect Day at CocoCay (Bahamas) This newly redeveloped private Bahamian island reachable only via Royal Caribbean cruise ships is the home of the 135-foot-tall Daredevil’s Peak water slide (the tallest in North America), as well as the largest freshwater pool in the Bahamas, a tethered balloon offering the highest, postcard-perfect vantage point in the islands at 450feet on a calm clear day, pristine beaches with warm aquamarine ocean water, and a trio of thrilling zip lines soaring atop of it all. But what makes Perfect Day a masterclass in idyllic island life is its design. Perfect Day at CocoCay is a private island for upwards of 8,000 guests at a time yet manages to make each cruise passenger feel like they are on their very own private reserve thanks to seats for all without a mad scramble to ensure your family and friends can sit together, plenty of spotless bathrooms and showers, strong WiFi that extends from the ship, and a parade of tasty food that’s included for free just as it is on board. There’s no other way to say it, this island is perfect. Pro tip: try the mozzarella sticks and crispy French fries, then make a delicious DIY ice cream sandwich with a pair of chocolate chip cookies and a swirl of soft serve….after you zip down Daredevil’s Peak! 7
Claire Nowak
You may think you’re a stickler for all things grammar-related, but don’t be surprised if you realize you’re guilty of this tricky mistake. EXPRESSO That strong coffee served in little cups you love so much is actually espresso, not expresso. Merriam-Webster says the misspelling came from the similarities between the Italian word “espresso” and the English word “express,” plus the “promise of coffee being prepared with relative swiftness in contrast to percolating devices.” However, “expresso” was used enough to be entered into the dictionary, even though it’s not what the drink was originally called. . 8
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Nick Gerhardt
Who can forget it? WALKMAN CASSETTE PLAYER: The Walkman originally debuted in 1979 and it didn’t take long before everyone held one or had one on their hip. Sony sold more than 50,000 units in the first two months and it’s popularity continued as it morphed to play CDs in the ’90s. The mp3 player, however, ended the Walkman’s reign in the 2000s.
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VIDEO: https://youtu.be/vieDhYDP_HI A seven-year-old Texas longhorn from Alabama, USA, has earned a place in the record books thanks to his humongous horns. From tip to tip, the rack of Poncho Via spans 323.74 cm – more than twice the width of a concert grand piano – as confirmed on 8 May 2019. It means that this superlative steer not only possesses the largest horn spread on a living steer, but has blown all past contenders out of the water to claim the record for largest horn spread on a steer ever too. Poncho lives on a ranch in the small town of Goodwater – south-east of Birmingham, Alabama – where he has been raised since he was a weanling by the Pope family. The Popes have been avidly following this record category for several years. Their "Could we have a record-breaker?" moment arose when Poncho was aged around four, after they noticed that their steer’s horns were not curving up like those of most longhorns, but instead growing straight out. The family's instinct that Poncho could be a record holder was borne out last month, when Guinness World Records approved the measurements of his rack. His horn tip span supersedes that of the previous record holder – a fellow longhorn steer called Sato, from Texas – by just over an inch. Poncho’s owner Jeral Pope recalls the first time he ever set eyes on this striking breed: "My wife and I went somewhere out west, riding a hay wagon. Up on the hill, outlined against the sky, were three or four longhorns. They stood out like anything on the crest of that mountain – it was the prettiest thing. I told my wife, we got to have one of them." "He was six months old when I got him. I named him Poncho Via, after the [1960s] TV and movie character [based on the early-20th-century Mexican revolutionary, Pancho Villa].” Not surprisingly, Poncho has become something of a local celebrity in Clay County, as Jeral explained: "All my neighbours round here, any time they have company, they come over to see the longhorn. He’s just a big, gentle character. Everyone brings [food] with them – he likes apples, carrots and marshmallows." While his horns might look intimidating, the family insist that their steer is a big softie at heart. "He's just a big pet," said Jeral's son, Dennis (aka Jeral Pope Junior). "He's had so many people over the years stop by to see him, feeding him treats, that he’s turned into a wonderful big pet." For Dennis, the record is not only an accolade for Poncho but a testament to his father’s vision and community spirit: "Dad likes to bring that positive influence to his family and to the community. Poncho brings an opportunity for a different level of 15 minutes of fame. "Unfortunately, this is one of the poorest counties in the state of Alabama, but now it's got the claim to fame of having the world record longhorn steer." George Jones, another member of the family who works on the ranch and helps look after Poncho, reveals that the longhorn has calmed down with age: "Back when he was younger… he only had small horns, but he would get frisky… bucking and snorting and charging… But he's mellowed out as the years have gone by… and pretty much walks where he wants to go nowadays instead of running." While Poncho has never hurt anyone with his horns intentionally, the unwieldy appendages have occasionally proven a liability – as Jones knows all too well. "One day, I was out fishing and Poncho came up behind me…" he begins to recount ruefully. "He pulled a water bottle right out my pocket with his tongue. He's there playing with the bottle and I reached and scratched him for a bit… "That went on for a little while and I guess a horsefly got on him or something because, all of a sudden, he turned that head and I went airborne into the pond! He just knocked me completely off my feet into the water." Guinness World Records' Claire Stephens, a Senior Records Manager in the USA who handled Poncho's application, had a vested interest in this particular record given its provenance: "Working at GWR, we see record applications come in from all over the world, so it was exciting to see a record holder come from my home state of Alabama! "Even though we're used to seeing really amazing things, this really stood out as it's so striking and visual. "It's always great to be the one to deliver the good news of achieving a record to someone, and the Pope family has been so helpful and enthusiastic in showing off Poncho Via'a record to the world. It's clear that Poncho and the Pope family really bring the local community together, and one of the best things about GWR is being able to celebrate things like this with the world."
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The flaky scalp on infants known as cradle cap is harmless and will usually go away on its own, but most parents can’t stand to look at it. Make a paste in your palm of a couple of tablespoons baking soda and a teaspoon of water. Rub gently on the affected area, being careful not to get near the eyes, then wipe off with a damp washcloth, using no soap or baby shampoo. Repeat for two to three days until the flakiness lessens. (If the baby’s head is very red after this treatment, try rubbing in baby oil instead; the soda could be too abrasive). 20
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