View MyGuestbook Sign My Guestbook 09-Dec-2004 You are Visitor No:	Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people move our souls to dance. They awaken us to new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom. Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon. They stay in our lives for awhile, leave footprints in our hearts, and we are never, ever the same. This is a page where we share our feelings and inspirations. It is my hope that some of the material on this page will conjure up many feelings, hopefully more good than bad.	Food for Thought There's always a lot to be thankful for if you take time to look for it. For example, I am sitting here thinking how nice it is that wrinkles don't hurt. If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague. A penny saved is a government oversight. The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight, because by then your body and your fat are really good friends. The easiest way to find something lost around the house is to buy a replacement. He who hesitates is probably right. If you can smile when things go wrong, you have someone in mind to blame. The sole purpose of a child's middle name is so he can tell when he's really in trouble. Birthdays are good for you; the more you have, the longer you live. How long a minute is depends on what side of the bathroom door you're on. If ignorance is bliss, why aren't more people happy? Most of us go to our grave with our music still inside of us. If Wal-Mart is lowering prices every day, how come nothing is free yet? Some mistakes are too much fun to only make once. Don't cry because it's over: smile because it happened. We could learn a lot from crayons: some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, some have weird names, and all are different colors.......but they all have to learn to live in the same box. Everything should be made as simple as possible, but no simpler. Once over the hill, you pick up speed. I love cooking with wine. Sometimes I even put it in the food. If not for STRESS I'd have no energy at all. Whatever hits the fan will not be evenly distributed. Everyone has a photographic memory. Some just don't have film. I know God won't give me more than I can handle. I just wish He didn't trust me so much. You don't stop laughing because you grow old. You grow old because you stop laughing. Dogs have owners. Cats have staff. If the shoe fits......buy it in every color .
	Procrastinations I never told my mother that I loved her. My mother was sick during my entire childhood and every memory I have from my earlier years reverberates with the caution "Don't get your mother upset. Don't say anything that will worry her." So, I didn't. I never told her when I was in pain. I never told her when I felt lonely. I never told her when I felt ashamed. I never told her when I needed her. I never told her when I wish she could hold me or protect me or console me or tell me I did good. And most of all I never told her that I loved her. There were many times in my earlier years that I didn't know what I felt. I just accepted her as someone very sick. Did I understand that my mother's illness was just the cards life dealt her? No. Did I hate her? No. I just knew she was a lady called my mother and whom the Bible says I should honor and love no matter what. But like everything else, things made more sense as I got older. She had several strokes in her life, the first one being when I was 1 or 2 years old. From that time on, my brother and I knew her as both our mother and more youthfully simplistic as the lady that was taken to the hospital in the middle of nights and who knew us sometimes and sometimes not. Did I understand that my mother's illness was just the cards life dealt her? No. Did I hate her? No. I just knew she was a lady called my mother and whom the Bible says I should honor and love no matter what. But like everything else, things made more sense as I got older. Later on in my life when I was settled with my own family far away from my original home, I felt it difficult to spend time with my mother. However, I made the obligatory trips home often enough to keep up appearances as the loving and grateful daughter, equipped with all the obligatory and impressive gifts. And during those times, I often held her hand and talked about superficial and yet necessary things like my latest business trips or what was new with my children. But I never talked to her about what I was feeling. I never told her that I understood it was not her fault that she was sick. I never told her that I was grateful she brought me into this world. I never told her that I missed when I was growing up but that I wanted to be close now. I never told her that I loved her. It was never the right time. It was never the right time. I kept saying "Next time, I will talk to her". I often justified my procrastinations by saying she looked tired or that I was in a hurry. Well, that special time came and went. My last visit to my mother was six months before her death six years ago. What did we talk about? ....my job....my grandchild....my new shoes.... I told her I would see her soon and she nodded OK. I never told her I loved her. Dance Like No One's Watching We convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby, then another. Then we are frustrated that the kids aren't old enough and we'll be more content when they are. After that we're frustrated that we have teenagers to deal with, we will certainly be happy when they are out of that stage. We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our spouse gets his or her act together, when we get a nicer car, are able to go on a nice vacation, when we retire. The truth is there's no better time to be happy than right now. If not now, when? Your life will always be filled with challenges. It's best to admit this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway. One of my favorite quotes comes from Alfred D Souza. He said, "For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin -real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life. This perspective has helped me to see that there is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way, so, treasure every moment that you have. And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time... and remember that time waits for no one. So stop waiting until you finish school, until you go back to school, until you lose ten pounds, until you gain ten pounds, until you have kids, until your kids leave the house, until you start work, until you retire, until you get married, until you get divorced, until Friday night, until Sunday morning, until you get a new car or home, until your car or home is paid off, until spring, until summer, until fall, until winter, until you are off welfare, until the first or fifteenth, until your song comes on, until you've had a drink, until you've sobered up, until you die, until you are born again to decide that there is no better time than right now to be happy... Happiness is a journey, not a destination. So, Work like you don't need money. Love like you've never been hurt and Dance Like no one's watching. Author Unknown If I Had My Life to Live Over Erma Bombeck I would have talked less and listened more. I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded. I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace. I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth. I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed. I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage. I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains. I would have cried and laughed less while watching television- and more while watching life. I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband. I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day. I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime. Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle. When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner" There would have been more "I love you's".. more "I'm sorry's"...but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute...look at it and really see it ... live it...and never give it back. Stop sweating the small stuff. Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing what. Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who Do love us. Let's think about what God HAS blessed us with. And what we are doing each day to promote ourselves mentally, physically, emotionally, as well as spiritually. Life is too short to let it pass you by. We only have one shot at this and then it's gone. I hope you all have a blessed day. In memory of Erma Bombeck who lost her fight with cancer. Changing LINKS 09-Dec-2004 2004-2005 Copyright © by WebGoddess1 Designs  Send mail to webgoddess1 with questions or comments about this website.

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