Friday, April 29, 2005
Mothers
Mothers
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>If you send this to just one person, it should make it all the way
>around the world by Mother’s Day.
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>This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in
>their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry
>Kool-Aid saying, “It’s okay honey, Mommy’s here.”
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>Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies
>who can’t be comforted.
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>This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their
>hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
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>For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew
>Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON’T.
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>This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they’ll never see. And
>the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.
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>This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on
>their refrigerator doors.
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>And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at
>football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their
>cars.
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>And that when their kids asked, “Did you see me, Mom?” they could
>say, “Of course, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” and mean it.
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>This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store
>and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice
>cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead,
>but realize how child abuse happens.
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>This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and
>explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand)mothers who
>wanted to, but just couldn’t find the words.
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>This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.
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>For all the mothers who read “Goodnight, Moon” twice a night for a
>year. And then read it again. “Just one more time.”
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>This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their
>shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted
>for Velcro instead.
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>This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their
>daughters to sink a jump shot.
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>This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little
>voice calls “Mom?” in a crowd, even though they know their own
>offspring are at home—or even away at college ~or have their own
>families.
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>This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach
>aches, assuring them they’d be just FINE once they got there, only to
>get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please
>pick them up. Right away.
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>This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can’t find
>the words to reach them.
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>For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14
>year olds dye their hair green.
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>For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the
>mothers of those who did the shooting.
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>For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of
>their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from
>school, safely.
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>This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful,
>and now pray they come home safely from a war.
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>What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad
>hips?
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>The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt,
>all at the same time?
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>Or is it in her heart?
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>Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear
>down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
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>The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M.
>to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
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>The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want
>to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your
>home?
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>Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you
>hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
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>The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for
>young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep
>deprivation… And mature mothers learning to let go.
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>For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
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>Single mothers and married mothers.
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>Mothers with money, mothers without.
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>This is for you all. For all of us…
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>Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can. Tell them
>every day that we love them. And pray and never stop being a mom..
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>Please pass along to all the Moms in your life.
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>“Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall.”
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>Please pass this to a wonderful mother you know.
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>(I just did!)
Thank you Darlene and now I send it on to all the Mothers I know!
Goes For Grandmas Too!
The WASHINGTON POST runs a column each summer listing interesting WOMEN’S T-shirts observed at the Ocean City, Maryland, beach.
Here are some examples:
1. I CHILD PROOFED MY HOUSE, BUT THEY STILL GET IN.
2. (On the front) 60 IS NOT OLD. (On the back) IF YOU’RE A TREE.
3. I’M STILL HOT… IT JUST COMES IN FLASHES.
4. AT MY AGE, “GETTING LUCKY” MEANS FINDING MY CAR IN THE PARKING LOT.
5. MY REALITY CHECK JUST BOUNCED.
6. LIFE IS SHORT; MAKE FUN OF IT.
7. I’M NOT 50. I’M $49.95 PLUS TAX.
8. I NEED SOMEBODY BAD… ARE YOU BAD?
9. I’M NOT A SNOB. I’M JUST BETTER THAN YOU ARE.
10. IT’S MY CAT’S WORLD. I’M JUST HERE TO OPEN CANS.
11. EARTH IS THE INSANE ASYLUM OF THE UNIVERSE.
12. WE GOT RID OF THE KIDS. THE CAT WAS ALLERGIC.
13. MY MIND WORKS LIKE LIGHTNING. ONE BRILLIANT FLASH AND IT’S GONE.
14. EVERY TIME I HEAR THE DIRTY! WORD “EXERCISE,” I WASH MY MOUTH OUT WITH A
CHOCOLATE BAR .
15. LIVE YOUR LIFE SO THAT WHEN YOU DIE, YOUR FRIENDS WILL NOT HAVE TO TELL LIES AT YOUR FUNERAL.
From friend Pam--Thank you for the smile. I especially liked 1. and 12.
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Images
On SEB’s blog we have been reading about people who see images on fence posts, underpass walls, in sandwiches, and all sorts of unexpected places. Well my friend I now join those who see images or signs or whatever! Yes I have pictorial proof of my claims!
However my images are of hearts! For example:
This heart I have been seeing for about a week now. It appears everywhere my husband is!
But this heart appeared only this morning when I stepped out to throw a bag of garbage in the can.
I just looked down and there it was in the gravel by the porch! I said this must be a sign! I must get my camera and record this. When I told Jay about it he agreed and held up his “hugger”! (The pillow used when you have to cough, sneeze or anything else which puts pressure on the chest).
So there you have it! My signs of the heart! I hope I made you smile a little!!!
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
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About the time I think my friends Pam and Sally can’t come up with anything else they fool me again. So here you are:
Questions Questions Question!
Enjoy!
Can you cry under water?
How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered?
If money doesn’t grow on trees then why do banks have branches?
Since bread is square, then why is sandwich meat round?
Why do you have to “put your two cents in.”. . but it’s only a “penny for your thoughts”? Where’s that extra penny going to?
Once you’re in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were buried in for eternity?
Why does a round pizza come in a square box?
What disease did cured ham actually have?
How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage?
Why is it
that people say they “slept like a baby” when babies wake up like every two hours?
If a deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a hearing?
If you drink Pepsi at work in the Coke factory, will they fire you?
Why are you IN a movie, but you’re ON TV?
Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?
How come we choose from just two people for President and fifty for Miss America?
Why do doctors leave the room while you change? They’re going to see you naked anyway.
If a 911 operator has a heart attack, whom does he/she call?
Why is “bra” singular and “panties” plural?
Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet soup?
Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, “I think I’ll squeeze these dangly things here, and drink whatever comes out!”
Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat?
Why is there a light in the fridge and not in the freezer?
When your photo is taken for your driver’s license, why do they tell you to smile? If you are stopped by the police and asked for your license, are you going to be smiling?
If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a stupid song about him?
Can a hearse carrying a corpse drive in the carpool lane?
If the professor on Gilligan’s Island can make a radio out of a coconut, why can’t he fix a hole in a boat?
Why do people point to their wrist when asking for the time, but don’t point to their crotch when they ask where the bathroom is?
Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They’re both dogs!
What do you call male ballerinas?
Can blind people see their dreams? Do they dream?
If Wyle E. Coyote had enough money to buy all that ACME crap, why didn’t he just buy dinner?
If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, what is baby oil made from?
If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?
Is Disney World the only people trap operated by a mouse?
Do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune?
Why did you just try singing the two songs above?
Why do they call it an asteroid when it’s outside the hemisphere, but call it a hemorrhoid when it’s in your butt?
Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog’s face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him for a car ride, he sticks his head out the window?
Monday, April 25, 2005
The Mommy Test
With Mother’s Day just around the corner I thought this little gem from my friend Pam deserved a little space!
THE MOMMY TEST
I was out walking with my 4 year old daughter. She picked up something off the ground and started to put it in her mouth. I took the item away from her and I asked her not to do that.
“Why?” my daughter asked.
“Because it’s been laying outside, you don’t know where it’s been, it’s dirty and probably has germs” I replied.
At this point, my daughter looked at me with total admiration and asked, Wow! How do you know all this stuff?”
“Uh,” ....I was thinking quickly, “All moms know this stuff. It’s on the
Mommy Test. You have to know it, or they don’t let you be a Mommy.”
We walked along in silence for 2 or 3 minutes, but she was evidently
pondering this new information.
“OH...I get it!” she beamed, “So if you don’t pass the test you have to be the daddy.”
“Exactly” I replied back with a big smile on my face and joy in my heart.
Sunday, April 24, 2005
April On Michigan!
This is an example of a white snow ball bush (actually, but also decked out with Mother Nature’s snow balls). It usually stand about 6 1/2 to 7 feet tall! Ahhh yessss. Springtime in Michigan ( Man you never know what you will wake up to). Hope your pretty spring flowers are blooming because mine are fighting their way through a few inches of snow!!!
Saturday, April 23, 2005
Daddy’s Home
Daddy Is Home ! ( Hubby to me)!
We came in at around Six!
Molly and I are getting used to the oxygen generator running in the hallway.
But then I knew we would.
Thanks to all who said a prayer or sent best wishes!
Molly & Me!
Molly and Me we were wondering just what was going on.
If he is so much better-coming home shouldn’t be so long.
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Oxygen tanks in the bedroom, a generator in the hall.
A brand new shiny walker with wheels so he don’t fall.
But if you think about --how lucky can we be.
He will soon be here to love and hug and that is all we need!
Friday, April 22, 2005
The Garden!
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> Come to the garden alone, while the dew is still
>on the roses....
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> FOR THE GARDEN OF YOUR DAILY LIVING,
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> PLANT THREE ROWS OF PEAS:
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> 1. Peace of mind
> 2. Peace of heart
> 3. Peace of soul
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> PLANT FOUR ROWS OF SQUASH:
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> 1. Squash gossip
> 2. Squash indifference
> 3. Squash grumbling
> 4. Squash selfishness
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> PLANT FOUR ROWS OF LETTUCE:
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> 1. Lettuce be faithful
> 2. Lettuce be kind
> 3. Lettuce be patient
> 4. Lettuce really love one another
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> NO GARDEN IS WITHOUT TURNIPS:
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> 1. Turnip for meetings
> 2. Turnip for service
> 3. Turnip to help one another
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> TO CONCLUDE OUR GARDEN WE MUST HAVE THYME:
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> 1. Thyme for each other
> 2. Thyme for family
> 3. Thyme for friends
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> WATER FREELY WITH PATIENCE AND CULTIVATE WITH
>LOVE. THERE IS MUCH FRUIT IN YOUR GARDEN BECAUSE YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW.
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> My instructions were to send this to people that I
>wanted God to bless and I picked you. Please pass this to people you want
>to be blessed.
So a thank you to Shane for sending it to me. And I pass it on to all of you!
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Getting Old!
Sorry guys but this was too funny to pass up! Thank Pam and Sally for sending it on!
Getting old is soooo hard at times.
Yesterday I got Preparation ‘H’ mixed up with Poli-Grip.
Now, I walk funny, but - my gums don’t itch!