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Thursday, November 05, 2009

Message of the Day

I don't care if you lick windows,
take the special bus or occasionally pee on yourself.
You hang in there, sunshine, you're friggin' special.
Every sixty seconds you spend angry, upset or mad,
is a full minute of happiness you'll never get back.
Today's Message of the Day is:
Life is short, Break the rules, Forgive quickly, Kiss slowly, Love truly,
Laugh uncontrollably, And never regret anything that made you smile.

Life may not be the party we hoped for,
but while we're here, we should dance.

Send to all the people you don't want to lose in 2009, even me, please.
If you get 3 back, you are a great friend.

Oh Yes..hehehe The Yankees Won!!!

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RO2LOOSE 11/8/2009 7:33AM

    cute! thanks for the smile

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DRADISCH 11/7/2009 10:11AM

    Thanks You all for the kind words and I am glad you enjoyed my Blog.
You all help me so much when you enjoy a post.
Have a wonderful day and Please know this is a Thank You from my heart.

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LITTLE_QUEEN 11/6/2009 11:56PM

    Loved this

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DIVALICIOUS7 11/6/2009 11:42PM

    Love it!!! made me LOL - & I love my Yankees!!!!

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WILLOW49 11/6/2009 11:23PM

    So very true! Thanks for another great blog! emoticon

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SUGARPUNK52 11/6/2009 3:32PM

  I agree.Life is not a problem to be solved,but a gift to be enjoyed.

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BELLACUDDLES 11/6/2009 2:11PM

    Very true........amen to that....love the picture too!!


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LESSOFMOORE 11/5/2009 9:13PM

    Cute photo and nice blog.

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GRANNY1972 11/5/2009 7:04PM

    Great blog!!

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SHIITAKE 11/5/2009 5:53PM


Love this one !!!! It's a fun one, and oh....so true ! And congrats to your Yankees, my friend !!!!

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SAVINGHANNAH 11/5/2009 2:25PM

    Great, thanks for sharing!!!

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JUST4METD 11/5/2009 1:03PM

    Words to live by! :-)

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To Good Not to Pass on & Share

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

A really good story here. Hope you enjoy
I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily appraising a basket of freshly picked green peas.

I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.

Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.

'Hello Barry, how are you today?'

'H'lo , Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure look good.'

'They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?'

'Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time.'

'Good. Anything I can help you with?'

'No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas.'

'Would you like to take some home?' asked Mr. Miller.

'No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.'

'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?'

'All I got's my prize marble here.'

'Is that right? Let me see it' said Miller...

'Here 'tis. She's a dandy.'

'I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner asked.

'Not zackley but almost..'

'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble'.. Mr. Miller told the boy.

'Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.'

Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.'

I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles...

Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one.. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr.. Miller had died..

They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.

Ahead of us in line were three young men.. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking. They approached Mrs.. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her, and moved on to the casket.

Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one; each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.

Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket...

'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about.. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size........they came to pay their debt.'

'We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,' she confided, 'but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho.'

With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

The Moral: We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath....

Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles ~ A fresh pot of coffee you didn't make yourself...An unexpected phone call from an old friend...Green stoplights on your way to work...The fastest line at the grocery store...A good sing-along song on the radio...Your keys found right where you left them.

Send this to the people you'll never forget. I just Did.....

If you don't send it to anyone, it means you are in way too much of a hurry to even notice the ordinary miracles when they occur.


Have a Beautiful and Blessed day!!

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SAVINGHANNAH 11/5/2009 2:39PM

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BELLACUDDLES 11/5/2009 11:57AM

    That was cute, Donna.....just like you!

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LESSOFMOORE 11/4/2009 9:24PM


I had enjoyed this before, and I enjoyed reading it again!

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GRANNY1972 11/4/2009 1:26PM

    What a beautiful story. Thank you so much for sharing it with us.

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FLYFROG 11/4/2009 12:49PM

    Wonderful story! Thanks for Sharing. emoticon

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MR.NET1 11/4/2009 12:12PM

    *It has been quite awhile, since my last visit*

I really like this blog.
And love you, Donna.
For sharing this with us.
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WILLOW49 11/4/2009 12:02PM

    I love that story. I've read it before, but always enjoy re-reading. emoticon

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SHIITAKE 11/4/2009 11:59AM


This is a beautiful story, Donna ! It touched my heart....thanks, for sharing !!! emoticon

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SMILINGEYES2 11/4/2009 11:47AM

    Very tiuching story. Thanks for sharing.

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HONEYBEAR06 11/4/2009 11:39AM

    that's a great story.

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Inspiration from a Huddle

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

This morning I read a Huddle from another team. "Tune in to Yourself Today"!
That really hit home. It is so true. Tune in to our goals, needs, desires and choices. For Our health , well being and self motivation. Make a list and set priorities for What You Need.
For me and I know there are a lot of us with physical needs & disabilities & illness, that tuning in may help us in the long run of healing, Both mentally & physically.
It may take awhile to get in the groove with it but...One day at a time.

Today is my first tune in day.. One day at a time

The Tune in to me journal:
write what i feel, need or think I need, & plan on doing.
Even if it is a load of laundry, reading etc.
What I feel I would like to accomplish this day or what I need to accomplish this day.
Starting small and working up each day.
End of week is the reflection. Not a beat up day if I didn't do it all. Just rethink and reorganize and re tune ME...

Today I tune in to ME Day!!!
Have a super day.

Thanks Inga for the Huddle. You are an amazing Friend & Inspiration.

Norman Vincent Peale: Quotes on Reflection
One of the greatest moments in anybody's developing experience is when he no longer tries to hide from himself but determines to get acquainted with himself as he really is.

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SOULBUG 11/3/2009 2:14PM

    Donna, love your thoughts. Think I'll start journalling and have tune-in days also.

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SHIITAKE 11/3/2009 1:00PM


Your blog is a very interesting one ! It would more than likely be a good idea if we all wrote
down our feelings, needs, wants, and doings from day to day. We may learn a lot about
ourselves, that ordinarily we wouldn't ever think about....and become a better person
( inside and outside ) because of this ! What a good idea, Donna ! emoticon

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SAVINGHANNAH 11/3/2009 11:11AM

    This is so great, and it's something I need 2 do! thanks for sharing, you always have such great inspiritations!!S.Sis!
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Law of the Garbage Truck

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Great Story I came upon today.

Law of the Garbage Truck

One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport. We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And, I mean, he was really friendly. So I asked, "Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!"

This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call, 'The Law of the Garbage Truck.'

He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you. Don't take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets. The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day. Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so...Love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who don't. Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it!

Have a blessed, garbage-free day! David J. Pollay, the author of The Law of the Garbage Truckô.

I bring you the gift of these four words: I believe in you.~Blaise Pascal


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DAWNLYNN3 11/10/2009 9:42PM

  Thanks for posting this great story! My name is Dawn, and I work with David J. Pollay, the author of The Law of the Garbage Truckô. I just wanted to stop by and let you know that you can read the original story on Davidís blog, http://davidjpollay.typepad.com/dav
k.html. It would mean a lot to us if you would let people know that David is the author of The Law of the Garbage Truck.

You can also find out more information about The Law of the Garbage Truck on www.thelawofthegarbagetruck.com. Make sure to check out the video of people in New York City taking the No Garbage Trucks!ô Pledge: www.bewareofgarbagetrucks.com. Itís pretty cool.

Thanks again!



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SHIRLEYAMES 10/31/2009 3:45PM

    That was such a great blog, Donna. What a great lesson for us to remember because it is so true.

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SHIITAKE 10/28/2009 7:21PM


Great story ! We can all learn from this, Donna !!! emoticon

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SMILINGEYES2 10/28/2009 3:53PM

    Excellent advice. Thanks for pasing on so many positive and uplifting stories. Hope you are having a terrific day today. Linda


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BELLACUDDLES 10/28/2009 12:04AM

    I've heard this one before.......too cute!

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WILLOW49 10/27/2009 11:10PM

    Great blog, Donna! Thanks :)

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POOH_BEAR_69 10/27/2009 10:16PM

    I love this "story" more every time I hear it... Thanks for sharing with us!!!

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CHRYS13 10/27/2009 9:38PM

    Great lesson! Thanks!
(Love the cute little picture, too!)

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WATERBABY4 10/27/2009 9:08PM

    That was wonderful. A lesson we can all learn! I love your blogs! Cheryl

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LESSOFMOORE 10/27/2009 8:41PM

    Another great blog, Donna!

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2BFREE2LIVE 10/27/2009 7:32PM

    TOO CUTE emoticon

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SOFEDUPP 10/27/2009 5:27PM

    Thank you, that was great!! It was also something that people need to remember.

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GRANNY1972 10/27/2009 5:25PM

    Great blog!! Thanks Donna!

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SOUPY18 10/27/2009 4:41PM

    Thanks for another great story. Hopefully many people will follow your taxi driver's advice.

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MOMMA_BEAR_69 10/27/2009 4:17PM

    Wonderful blog....Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it and it is definitely too short to wake up in the morning with regrets!
You are tops in my book and may all your garbage-filled days be a thing of the past.
Blessings and hugs my dear friend.

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just wanted to Share..

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Thank You for all the Support and encouragement. It truly lifted my heart and gave me a lot to think of. Blessings and Hugs to all.
Have a wonderful day.
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Faith is a knowledge within the heart, beyond the reach of proof. ~Kahlil Gibran
Here is a great Story I just received..

Probably a lot of us will remember the "old phone on the wall"! Enjoy!



When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood.. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.

Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time.

My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.

I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear.

"Information, please" I said into the
mouthpiece just above my head.

A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.


"I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough
now that I had an audience.

"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.

"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.

"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.

I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."

"Can you open the icebox?" she asked.

I said I could.

"Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice..

After that, I called "Information Please" for everything.. I asked her for
help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math.

She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called,

Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"

She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, " Wayne , always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."

Somehow I felt better.

Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please."

"Information," said in the now familiar voice. "How do I spell fix?"

I asked.

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest . When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston . I missed my friend very much.
"Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I
somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me..

Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle . I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information Please."

Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.

I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying,

"Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"

There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now."

I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any
idea how much you meant to me during that time?"

I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your call meant to me.

I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.

"Please do", she said. "Just ask for Sally."

Three months later I was back in Seattle . A different voice answered,

I asked for Sally.

"Are you a friend?" she said.

"Yes, a very old friend," I answered.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this,"She said. "Sally had been working part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."

Before I could hang up, she said, "

Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne ?" "
Yes." I answered.

"Well, Sally left a message for you.

She wrote it down in case you called.

Let me read it to you."

The note said,

"Tell him there are other worlds to sing in.

He'll know what I mean."
I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

Never underestimate the impression you may make on others..

Whose life have you touched today?

Why not pass this on? I just did....

Lifting you on eagle's wings.
May you find the joy and peace you long for.
Life is a journey... NOT a guided tour.

I loved this story and just had to pass it on.

I hope you enjoy it too.

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SOPHIEMAE2007 10/27/2009 7:18PM

    Touching story!

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DRADISCH 10/27/2009 3:18PM

    Thank you all for the kind and supportive comments. I am happy you enjoyed this as much as I did. Wishing you a beautiful and Most Blessed day!!


A friend who is far away is sometimes much nearer than one who is at hand. Is not the mountain far more awe-inspiring and more clearly visible to one passing through the valley than to those who inhabit the mountain?
Kahlil Gibran

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SMILINGEYES2 10/26/2009 3:58PM

    Thank you for the uplifting post today. You have a way with words and find interesting stories to pass on. Glad to hear you are feeling better.

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FLYFROG 10/26/2009 8:19AM

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MOMMA_BEAR_69 10/25/2009 11:00PM

    Beautiful and so very heartwarming. Thank you my dear friend for sharing with us. You are the greatest!!!
Blessings and hugs,

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WILLOW49 10/25/2009 9:00PM

    Thanks for another wonderful blog, my friend :) emoticon

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SOUPY18 10/25/2009 8:10PM

    Thanks -- your story brought back memories.

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CHRYS13 10/25/2009 6:23PM

    Thank you so much for this gentle and tender reminder....

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    what a great story!


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SHIITAKE 10/25/2009 2:01PM


What a wonderful blog.....made tears come to the eyes !

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MR.NET1 10/25/2009 1:58PM

    That was such a lovely story and a great reminder.
emoticonDonna...Warm emoticonSweetheart.

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BENTONHEALTHY 10/25/2009 1:52PM

    That was so lovely and heart warming. Tears to the eyes.

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LESSOFMOORE 10/25/2009 1:49PM

    emoticonfor another beautiful blog.

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POOH_BEAR_69 10/25/2009 1:38PM

    That was beautiful!!! I think I had read it before, but it had been so long, it felt fresh all over again. Very touching... I hope you and Jack continue to have a wonderful anniversary weekend filled with only the best of things.


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