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THE BOTTLE OF WINE
10.28.07 (8:49 pm)   [edit]
For all of us who are married, were married, wish you were married or wish you weren't married, this is something to smile about the next time you see bottle of wine: Sally was driving home from one of her business trips in Northern Arizona when she saw an elderly Navajo woman walking on the side of the road. As the trip was a long and quiet one, she stopped the car and asked the Navajo woman if she would like a ride. With a silent nod of thanks, the woman got into the car. Resuming the journey, Sally tried in vain to make a bit of small talk with the Navajo woman. The old woman just sat silently, looking intently at everything she saw, studying every little detail, until she noticed a brown bag on the seat next to Sally. "What in bag?" asked the old woman. Sally looked down at the brown bag and said, "It's a bottle of wine. I got it for my husband." The Navajo woman was silent for another moment or two. Then speaking with the quiet wisdom of an elder, she said: "Good trade....."
 
November 4th!
10.28.07 (11:59 am)   [edit]
May you all have a safe Halloween and remember to watch out for the wee ones. Remember To Turn Your Clocks Back Sun. Nov. 4,2007 @ 2:00 AM
 
A River Of Pink!
10.28.07 (9:11 am)   [edit]
Yesterday, I walked the walk...5K for "Making Strides Against Breast Cancer" Metro Orlando. It was a "Rain or Shine" we walk with terrible weather predicted and a 20+ mile drive for me. I had trouble sleeping the night before, the bad weather predicted and I had myself almost convinced that I just wasn't going to participate after all, but God, in his infinite glory, tapped my shoulder at 6:02 and said, "Get up and go". I rarely choose not to listen to God! LOL! So, I went. The bad weather held off and I found my teammates and we walked. I got to meet my favorite radio dj's up close and personal. I saw a lot of pups...one was cotton-candy pink, including her toenails! What I have come to know is that there are millions of us, women, and we come in every size, shape and color! There is not just one cookie cutter look, shape or size that makes us beautiful. We are all beautiful in our own way! And we all walked for a commom goal. What we all need to realize is that we need to be more open to smiling at others, to stop being so self centered and warm up to those around us so we can welcome in those around us. We are not just one in an ocean of pink, we are the ocean and we are the cause. xoxoxo
 
Crabby Old Man
10.22.07 (9:02 pm)   [edit]
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Tampa, Florida, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, They found this poem. It's quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Missouri. The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem. And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this "anonymous" poem winging across the Internet. Crabby Old Man What do you see nurses? ...What do you see? What are you thinking.....when you're looking at me? A crabby old man, ...not very wise, Uncertain of habit .......with faraway eyes? Who dribbles his food.......and makes no reply. When you say in a loud voice....."I do wish you'd try!" Who seems not to notice ...the things that you do. And forever is losing .......... A sock or shoe? Who, resisting or not...........lets you do as you will, With bathing and feeding .... The long day to fill? Is that what you're thinking??? Is that what you see? Then open your eyes, nurse... ...you're not looking at me. I'll tell you who I am ......... As I sit here so still, As I do at your bidding, .....as I eat at your will. I'm a small child of Ten.......with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters .........who love one another A young boy of Sixteen with wings on his feet Dreaming that soon now. .......a lover he'll meet. A groom soon at Twenty ......my heart gives a leap. Remembering, the vows......that I promised to keep. At Twenty-Five, now...... I have young of my own. Who need me to guide .... And a secure happy home. A man of Thirty ......... My young now grown fast, Bound to each other ....... With ties that should last. At Forty, my young sons ...have grown and are gone, But my woman's beside me.......to see? I don't mourn. At Fifty, once more, ......... Babies play 'round my knee, Again, we know children ...... My loved one and me. Dark days are upon me ............ ... My wife is now dead. I look at the future ...............I shudder with dread. For my young are all rearing......young of their own. And I think of the years....... And the love that I've known. I'm now an old man........and nature is cruel. Tis jest to make old age ......look like a fool. The body, it crumbles..........grace and vigor, depart. There is now a stone........where I once had a heart. But inside this old carcass ...... A young guy still dwells, And now and again .....my battered heart swells I remember the joys........... I remember the pain. And I'm loving and living.............life over again. I think of the years..all too few....gone too fast. And accept the stark fact........that nothing can last. So open your eyes, people ..........open and see.. Not a crabby old man.? Look closer..see.....ME!!? Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within.....we will all, one day, be there, too! PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart.? God Bless.
 
passionate
10.21.07 (8:46 am)   [edit]
I've often wondered about myself. I don't have a formal degree, I am not political and I am not an intellectual. So, what is it that makes me a viable, worthwhile person. Why am I able to share this world with folks that would stand up and die for their beliefs? I believe I have realized the answer. My passions are just as valuable and worthwhile as the next! My passions and beliefs are just somewhat different! I don't need a piece of "oilcloth" to tell me that I am intelligent. I may not be able to solve an algebra equation, but I can figure out that in order to feed a family and some unexpected guests, that I will need to add a certain amount of "whatever" to make the meal stretch and that if there aren't enough chairs, we can all sit on the floor, if necessary. I may not be able to tell you "who and why" is the best candidate for the next big political race, but I can tell you "who and why" is the best person to go to for "this or that" in the neighborhood. I can't figure out how to make the world behave in a loving and caring way, but I can teach those around me to focus on the positive and quit making themselves miserable! : ) (i do admit that i sometimes forget to listen to my own good advice) I do have beliefs that I would stand and die for, too. Most importantly, my family. We were brought together and we remain together, through thick and thin. I would probably be the first to jump in on a group beating someone up...i do tend to act and react without much thought! So, here i sit with my coffee and my thoughts and this is what poured out. What do you truly stand for?
 
Hmmmm....
10.15.07 (6:59 am)   [edit]
There was an elderly man visiting a doctor for his check-up. As he was leaving he asked the doctor if he could recommend a specialist for his wife. "What's wrong with her?" asked the doctor. The old man explained that her hearing was getting so bad that it was almost embarrassing. The doctor said he knew of several specialists that could help but he wanted the old man to do a little test when he got home to help the doctor determine the severity of her hearing loss. The doctor said "When you get home, make sure your wife's back is turned to you and ask her a question. If she doesn't respond walk closer and ask her again. Keep doing this until she answers and let me know the results". That night when the old man opened the door of his home he could see his wife in the kitchen preparing dinner. She was at the counter with her back to the door. "What's for dinner?" the old man asked. His wife did not respond so he walks to the doorway of the kitchen and asked the question again. Still, he was greeted with silence. This time he walks up just behind her and asks once again "What's for dinner?" His wife spins around a bit agitated and says "For the third time, Fried Chicken!!"
 
Time
10.07.07 (9:02 am)   [edit]
Well, it certainly has taken me some time, but time is a powerful thing. Of course, like all other hurts, the sharp edges of pain begin to heal but the soft insides of the heart still hurt, but I have come to a point where the tears and the darkness have subsided and I know that my decision for my pup was the right one for her. I feel better now, although I know I will always miss Freckles and her funny, clown ways.