[Northern Yankee]

My number-one goal is to get our family to heaven,” Donna says. “I tell my children that this is the basis that I try to use to make all my decisions.”

Exactly right!

Often I think too many couples think the Sacrament of Marriage ends at the Altar. I often tell my children that my goal is to get them all to Heaven. All though there are days.... ; )

I come from a family of 10. A few funny stories... As a middle child I was feeling quite neglected and decided to run away. (We lived out in the country, so there were plenty places to go.) I left in the afternoon and was gone for 4 hours. I came back right before dinner, and no one even knew I was gone! ; )

Fortunately I didn't miss dinner.

Another time, after Mass one Sunday, our father took us all downtown into Milwaukee for a brunch. As we were looking over menus a fellow wandered over, looking like he may have had a few too many bloody Marys and commented to my father, "I'll bet your Catholic." in a rather sarcastic tone.

My father completely disarmed him by smiling and saying, "NO... just passionate protestants!"

[Diana in Wisconsin]

"My father completely disarmed him by smiling and saying, 'NO... just passionate protestants!'"

Those Good Old Wisconsin Dads. Always with the disarming humor...eventhough they could kick just about anyone's butt when need be, LOL!

[Raquel]

"As a middle child I was feeling quite neglected and decided to run away. (We lived out in the country, so there were plenty places to go.) I left in the afternoon and was gone for 4 hours. I came back right before dinner, and no one even knew I was gone! ; )"

LOL!!!

See me at the rally
Scroll down I'm holding the sign "People v. The New York Times". http://fightingtheleft.com/html/nytimesprotest.html

[lastchance]

I loved the books " I Should Have Seen It Coming When The Rabbit Died" and " Up A Family Tree". They were written by a mom of 10. I can not remember her last name but her first name is Theresa.

[kstewskis]

As a middle child I was feeling quite neglected and decided to run away. (We lived out in the country, so there were plenty places to go.) I left in the afternoon and was gone for 4 hours. I came back right before dinner, and no one even knew I was gone! ; )

Funny story!

You know, another comeback that your Dad could have used on that drunk, was to brag that "the Mrs. likes to hide the remote control, she can't help herself!"