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| I had the bestest day! |
| 05.31.08 (8:36 pm) [edit] |
I just had the bestest day! A "man friend" that I have adored for many years invited me out to the beach! He arrived bright and early and we had coffee, then got on the road....he is so sweet and thoughtful! he stopped on the way to make sure I had sunscreen, because this poor mimi is a very pale girl and I have not been out in the sun for a very long time, so I really need to be cautious. anyway, the day was perfect, the water was just a little cool and the breeze was wonderful...the water felt so good and tasted so salty on my lips : ) we laid in the sun listening to some great "Blues" on Sirrus radio and drank a couple "brewsky's" and talked and laughed! we watched the birds and the people...even saw some surfers! after a few hours, we packed it up and drove on the beach for a bit, then stopped at a place that overlooked the water and had a wonderful meal...they claimed to have the best hamburgers in the world, and I am here to attest that their claim is absolutely correct! got home after a decent drive and showered up(a shower is an absolute necessity when the breeze mixes with the sand and salt...it tends to get into everything, including your ears!) and watched "forrest gump"...he just left and i feel tired, crispy and very happy! what a wonderful treat this day was! thanks to my very wonderful friend : ) i think me and the puppies will crash early tonite. : ) xoxoxo |
| If nothing ever changed, there'd be no butterflies. |
| 05.29.08 (9:40 pm) [edit] |
 If nothing ever changed, there'd be no butterflies.  — Anonymous I guess you could say that I am like a butterfly these days. Tomorrow marks day 60 (2 months) of no smoking... One of my superiors congratulated me today, noting that not only had I stopped smoking for 2 months, but that I also looked "slimmer"! ; I don't know that that is true, because I refused to "weigh in" at the beginning, assuming that stopping the smoking habit was a bit more important than a few extra pounds gained from the effort...perhaps the process I have used (except for the first week) has helped me not to gain weight, but I certainly haven't been not eating! I do tend to make wise choices, most of the time, but remember it was my birthday this month, and although it was the first time in probably my whole life that I didn't get a birtday cake, son #1 made sure I had at least one special treat! He brought me a 3 pound box of these perfect little brownies...and I ate every single one of them over the course of two weeks! : ) but otherwise, no special goodies! I didn't even have dessert at my birthday lunch at work! I am just wondering, though, if I am going through some big internal change....but I won't look a gift horse in the mouth! xoxox |
| a quote..... |
| 05.28.08 (7:41 pm) [edit] |
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Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after. - Anne Morrow Lindbergh |
| a letter to God... |
| 05.27.08 (10:10 pm) [edit] |
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TO: GOD
FROM: THE DOG
Dear God: Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another?
Dear God: When we get to heaven, can we sit on your couch? Or is it still the same old story?
Dear God: Why are there cars named after the jaguar, the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the stingray, and the rabbit, but not ONE named for a dog? How often do you see a cougar riding around? We do love a nice ride! Would it be so hard to rename the 'Chrysler Eagle' the ' Chrysler Beagle'?
Dear God: If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a bad dog?
Dear God: We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns, clickers, beepers, scent ID's, electromagnetic energy fields, and Frisbee flight paths. What do humans understand?
Dear God: More meatballs, less spaghetti, please .
Dear God: Are there mailmen in Heaven?
If there are, will I have to apologize?
Dear God: Let me give you a list of just some of the things I must remember to be a good dog .
1 . I will not eat the cat's food before they eat it or after they throw it up .
2 . I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc . , just because I like the way they smell .
3 . The litter box is not a cookie jar .
4 . The sofa is not a 'face towel' .
5 . The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff .
6 . I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's underwear when he's on the toilet .
7 . Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is an unacceptable way of saying 'hello' .
8 . I don't need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm under the coffee table .
9 . I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house - not after .
10 . I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt .
11 . I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch .
12 . The cat is not a 'squeaky toy' so when I play with him and he makes that noise, it's usually not a good thing .
P . S . D ear God: When I get to Heaven, may I have my testicles back?
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| "Hot Chocolate" |
| 05.24.08 (8:35 am) [edit] |
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A group of graduates, well established in their careers, were talking at a reunion and decided to go visit their old university professor, now retired. During their visit, the conversation turned to complaints about stress in their work and lives. Offering his guests hot chocolate, the professor went into the kitchen and returned with a large pot of hot chocolate and an assortment of cups - porcelain, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the hot chocolate.
When they all had a cup of hot chocolate in hand, the professor said: "Notice that all the nice looking, expensive cups were taken, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. The cup that you're drinking from adds nothing to the quality of the hot chocolate. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was hot chocolate, not the cup; but you consciously went for the best cups... And then you began eyeing each other's cups.
Now consider this: Life is the hot chocolate; your job, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain life. The cup you have does not define, nor change the quality of life you have. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the hot chocolate God has provided us. God makes the hot chocolate, man chooses the cups. The happiest people don't have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything that they have.
Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly...
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| what a guy! |
| 05.22.08 (6:33 pm) [edit] |
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my boss is such a great guy...he is so good to me...he knows how difficult it is for me financially and now that gas has gotten so expensive, we came up with a plan...i drive to a shopping plaza near his home..we meet there and we will take turns driving in to the office together...this will save us both fuel and toll money...so it is almost like getting a raise without having to pay more income tax! since we work for the "environment", who better to take up car pooling than us? can't think of a better way to honor our careers and each other! thanks, boss buddy...you are the best! xoxo
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| a thought |
| 05.21.08 (6:11 pm) [edit] |
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Happiness is like a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
— Nathaniel Hawthorne
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| birthday cards or subpoenas.... |
| 05.19.08 (4:59 pm) [edit] |
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birthday cards or subpoenas....which would you prefer...
i made plans for my birthday that did not include "crash and burn" and it turned out to be a good thing...that is until i returned home! i stopped at the mailbox, and what to my surprise did i get! 2, yes, count em, 2 subpoenas! i had to be in court this morning at 8:30 a.m. and 2:00 p.m. To add insult to injury, the morning one was a "mistake". I live an hour from town! I didn't sleep for fear of not waking up in time to get there! i had to stop for fuel (in and of itself is enough to cause a nervous breakdown in the biggest of men, i might add!)...and all this because my youngest son is an idiot who cannot seem to play by society's rules! i haven't posted about what he did to me and then what he did to insure he would be incarcerated for a very long time because i am embarrassed and ashamed of him, but today, i will tell you, he is the lowest of low, the bottomfeeder of the world! i didn't post any of this because he knows i blog and he found out stuff that he should not be entitled to know about me and the family...he is a con artist and a manipulator and he is a bad man!@ also, i allowed him into my home and he took advantage of me emotionally and financially and that makes me sad about me. he even began blogging here as "PerfectJoy" and then tried to make me look bad in his blog..."I was Mimi's son"...but that is ok..."was" is the operative word here...we don't have to like our children, do we?...we do not have to be accepting of their bad choices and bad behaviours...and one should never, ever put their hands on their mother in a violent way, should they?
so, "PerfectJoy", may you rot in the State of Florida Prison system! see what happens when you make your momma mad! xoxoxo
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| Suicide...for Timm |
| 05.16.08 (9:40 pm) [edit] |
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"In the case of suicide, a spirit CANNOT be harmed. Anyone who forces himself to leave the body prematurely will find that, although he can destroy his body, he cannot destroy his soul. The spirit self remains very much alive! Not only is such a being alive, but the "problems" that caused this act are still very much a part of its mental and emotional mindset.
Once a spirit understands what it has done, it is usually filled with a sense of remorse and becomes depressed. I believe that many of these tortured souls are mentally and/or emotionally ill. If a person has a mentally ill condition while on earth, he will need a great deal of compassion and understanding in the spirit world. So will an alcoholic or drug addict. The degree of need, love and consideration varies with every situation. Often, there is work to be done with addicted souls because an addiction is carried into the afterlife. Suffice it to say, if such a soul is willing, spiritual teachers and healers are ready to assist in any way to bring it peace of mind and well-being.
Fortunately, the prayers and loving thoughts from family and friends on earth for such souls help to change the auric atmosphere of depression and torture into one of healing and love. that's why it is so important to pray for those who pass over. Eventually, these souls will become aware of the highter spiritual natures and will begin to seek a way out of their situations. There are many on the other side of life whose sole responsibility is to assist these trapped victims and lovingly escort them to areas where they can receive proper comfort for their mental torture. Above all, these spirits must learn how to forgive themselves."
taken from "Reaching to Heaven", a book by James Van Praagh
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| Saturday |
| 05.15.08 (9:19 pm) [edit] |
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Saturday would be my 33rd wedding anniversary if my darling hubby were still here...I suppose that since I still carry him in my heart and soul, it still counts. I got married on my birthday, so therefore, it became officially my "birth-aversary" and it was always a big deal and a very special time. Throw in mother's day, for good measure, and i got to celebrate all month long, or at least it seemed like that. this year, instead of the usual stay home and wallow in my own self-pity, i have opted to spend the day with two of my best lady friends helping one of them on her first art/crafts festival at a very special area called "Casadaga"...it is a spiritual camp and very historic. there is a very different vibe the moment you enter and it feels very good to me...i love going there, although i have never had a "reading" or anything of that nature. i just love to walk around and browse and just "feel" the energy.
i am certain that my family will all get together at some point and we will have dinner or lunch and i will get cards and gifts, but i think this will be a "healthier" birthday than i have had since i lost my darling hubby almost 11 years ago. perhaps i really am growing and moving forward, finally...and it has been 45 days with no cigarettes! xoxoxo
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| THE NEXT SURVIVOR SERIES |
| 05.10.08 (3:51 pm) [edit] |
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Six married men will be dropped on an island with one car and 3 kids each
for six weeks.
Each kid will play two sports and either take music or dance classes .
There is no fast food.
Each man must take care of his 3 kids; keep his assigned house
clean, correct all home work, and complete science
projects, cook, do laundry, and pay a list of 'pretend' bills with not
enough money.
In addition, each man will have to budget in money for groceries each week.
Each man must remember the birthdays of all their friends and relatives,
and send cards out on time.
Each man must also take each child to a doctor's appointment, a dentist
appointment and a haircut appointment .
He must make one unscheduled and inconvenient visit per child to the Urgent
Care.
He must also make cookies or cupcakes for a social function.
Each man will be responsible for decorating his own assigned house, planting
flowers outside and keeping it presentable at all times.
The men will only have access to television when the kids are asleep and all
chores are done.
The men must shave their legs , wear makeup daily, adorn himself with
jewelry, wear uncomfortable yet stylish shoes, keep fingernails
polished and eyebrows groomed.
During one of the six weeks, the men will have to endure severe abdominal
cramps, back aches, and have extreme, unexplained mood swings but never once
complain or slow down from other duties.
They must attend weekly school meetings, church, and find time at least once
to spend the afternoon at the park or a s similar setting.
They will need to read a book each night -- and in the morning, feed
them, dress them, brush their teeth and comb their hair by 7:00 am .
A test will be given at the end of the six weeks, and each father will be
required to know all of the following information: each child's birthday,
height, weight, shoe size, clothes size and doctor's name. Also the child's
weight at birth, length, time of birth, and length of labor, each child's
favorite color, middle name, favorite snack, favorite song, favorite drink,
favorite toy, biggest fear and what they want to be when they grow up.
The kids vote them off the island based on performance. The last man wins
only if...he still has enough energy to be intimate with his spouse at a
moment's notice.
If the last man does win, he can play the game over and over and over again
for the next 18-25 years eventually earning the right to be called Mother!
Happy Mother's Day to us all! xoxo
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