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Jun 21 2008

Posted by under Feel Good

FAMILY

Sometimes we have to be reminded more than once
about things we should know.
 
F A M I L Y
 
I ran into a stranger as he passed by,

‘Oh excuse me please’ was my reply.

He said, ‘Please excuse me too;

I wasn’t watching for you.’

 
We were very polite, this stranger and I.

We went on our way and we said goodbye.

 
But at home a different story is told,

How we treat our loved ones, young and old.

 
Later that day, cooking the evening meal,

My son stood beside me very still.

When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.

‘Move out of the way,’ I said with a frown.

 
He walked away, his little heart broken.

I didn’t realize how harshly I’d spoken.

 
While I lay awake in bed,

God’s still small voice came to me and said,

 
‘While dealing with a stranger,

common courtesy you use,

but the family you love, you seem to abuse.

 
Go and look on the kitchen floor,

You’ll find some flowers there by the door.

 
Those are the flowers he brought for you.

He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.

 
He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,

you never saw the tears that filled his little
eyes.’

 
By this time, I felt very small,

And now my tears began to fall.

 I quietly went and knelt by his bed;

‘Wake up, little one, wake up,’ I said.

 
‘Are these the flowers you picked for me?’

He smiled, ‘I found ‘em, out by the tree.
 
I picked ‘em because they’re pretty like you.

I knew you’d like ‘em, especially the blue.’
 
I said, ‘Son, I’m very sorry for the way I acted
today;

I shouldn’t have yelled at you that way.’

He said, ‘Oh, Mom, that’s okay.

I love you anyway.’
 
I said, ‘Son, I love you too,

and I do like the flowers, especially the blue.’

 
FAMILY

Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company

that we are working for could easily replace us in

a matter of days.

But the family we left behind will feel the loss

for the rest of their lives.

 
And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more

into work than into our own family,

an unwise investment indeed,

don’t you think?

So what is behind the story?

 
Do you know what the word FAMILY means?

FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU

Pass this message to 7 people except you and me ..
 
You will receive a miracle tomorrow.

Don’t ignore and God will bless you
     
 

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May 10 2008

Posted by under Feel Good

Prettiest Mom

 

 
Prettiest Mom

Once you have been hit, you have to hit 5 pretty Moms.

 
Including the
one who thought of YOU today & sent it to YOU…

If you get hit again, You will know you are Really pretty!

So hit 5 pretty moms on your friends list to let them know they are pretty!
 Before I was a Mom,
I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn’t worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.
 I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mom -
I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.

I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.
I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom,
I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
 I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom,
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn’t want to put her down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn’t
stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.
 I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom -

I didn’t know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
I didn’t know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.

I didn’t know that bond between a mother and her child.
I didn’t know that something so small could make me feel so
important and happy.

Before I was a Mom -
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.

I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache,
the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
 I didn’t know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a
Mom.

Send this to someone who you think is a special Mom.

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May 06 2008

Posted by under Feel Good

A GIFT .

Old Age, I decided, is a  gift.

I am now, probably for the first time in my  life, the person I have
always wanted to be.  Oh, not my body!  I sometime despair over my body,
the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt.  And often I am
taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror, but I don’t
agonize over those things for long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving
family for less gray hair or a flatter belly.  As I’ve aged, I’ve become
more kind to myself, and less critical of myself.  I’ve become my own
friend. 

I don’t chide myself  for eating that extra cookie, or for not making
my bed, or for buying  that silly cement gecko that I didn’t need, but
looks so avant-garde on my patio.  I am entitled to a treat, to be
messy, to be  extravagant. 

I    have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before
they  understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4
AM and sleep until    noon?   

I will dance with  myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70’s, and
if I, at the    same time, wish to weep over a lost love . I will.

I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging
body, and will  dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to,
despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful.  But there again, some of life is just
as  well forgotten.  And I eventually remember the important things. 

Sure, over the years my heart has been    broken.  How can your heart
not break when you lose a loved  one, or when a child suffers, or even
when somebody’s beloved pet gets hit by a car?  But broken hearts are
what give us strength and understanding and compassion.  A heart never
broken is pristine and  sterile and will never know the joy of being
imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray,
and to    have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on
my    face.  So many have never laughed, and so many have died before
their hair could turn silver.   

As you get  older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about
what other  people think I don’t  question myself anymore.  I’ve even
earned the right to be wrong. 

So, to answer your question, I  like being old. It has set me free.
I like the person I have become.  I am not going to live forever,    but
while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could  have
been, or worrying about what will be.  And I shall eat dessert every
single day. (If I feel like it)

MAY OUR  FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT’S STRAIGHT FROM
THE    HEART!

MAY YOU AL WAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE AND IN  YOUR
HEART FOREVER AND EVER!
   
FRIENDS FOREVER!

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Apr 22 2008

Posted by under Humor

April Ist.

April 1st………

Defense Attorney:
Will you please state your age?

Little Old Lady:
I am 86 years old.

Defense Attorney:
Will you tell us, in your own words, what happened the night of April 1st?

Little Old Lady:
There I was, sitting there in my swing on my front porch on a warm spring evening,
when a young man comes creeping up on the porch and sat down beside me.

Defense Attorney:
Did you know him?

Little Old Lady:
No, but he sure was friendly.

Defense Attorney:
What happened after he sat down?

Little Old Lady:
He started to rub my thigh.

Defense Attorney:
Did you stop him?

Little Old Lady:
No, I didn’t stop him.

Defense Attorney:
Why not?

Little Old Lady:
It felt good. Nobody had done that since my Albert died some 30 years ago.

Defense Attorney:
What happened next?

Little Old Lady:
He began to rub my breasts.

Defense Attorney:
Did you stop him then?

Little Old Lady:
No, I did not stop him.

Defense Attorney:
Why not?

Little Old Lady:
His rubbing made me feel all alive and excited. I haven’t felt that good in years!

Defense Attorney:
What happened next?

Little Old Lady:
Well, by then, I was feeling so ‘spicy’ that I just laid down and told him
‘Take me, young man. Take me now!’

Defense Attorney:
Did he take you?

Little Old Lady:
Hell, no! He just yelled, ‘April Fool!’ And that’s when I shot him, the little bastard

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