Sunday, October 18, 2009
Rain, rain go away come back some other day! Remember that as a kid? Ugh! how I am chanting it today. Been a long while since I have seen the sun. But as I like to say, There is sunshine in my heart and soul.
It has been a nice weekend. DH has been rained out. So we are broke. I have to say it is a small price to pay getting to have him around with me. I am glad we play a game together other than that he would have been stir crazy by now. Of course if he was doing that the price would have gone up! Ha!
Hope everyone enjoys their day.
His name is Bill. He has wild hair, wears a T-shirt with holes in
it, jeans and no shoes. This was literally his wardrobe for his entire four
years of college. He is brilliant. Kind of esoteric and very, very bright. He became
a Christian while attending college. Across the street from the campus is a well-dressed, very conservative church. They want to develop a ministry to the students, but
are not sure how to go about it.
One day Bill decides to go there. He walks in with no shoes, jeans, his
T-shirt, and wild hair. The service has already started and so Bill starts
down the aisle looking for a seat. The church is completely packed and he
can't find a seat.
By now people are really looking a bit uncomfortable, but no one
says anything. Bill gets closer and closer and closer to the pulpit and,
when he realizes there are no seats, he just squats down right on the carpet.
(Although perfectly acceptable behavior at a college fellowship, trust me,
this had never happened in this church before!).
By now the people are really uptight, and the tension in the air is
thick. About this time,the minister realizes that from way at the back of
the church, a deacon is slowly making his way toward Bill.
Now the deacon is in his eighties, has silver-gray hair, and a three-piece suit. A godly man, very elegant, very dignified, very courtly. He walks with a cane and, as he
starts walking toward this boy, everyone is saying to themselves that you can't
blame him for what he's going to do. How can you expect a man of his age and
of his background to understand some college kid on the floor?
It takes a long time for the man to walk to the front. The church
is utterly silent except for the clicking of the man's cane. All eyes are
focused on him. You can't even hear anyone breathing.
The minister can't even preach the sermon until the deacon does
what he has to do. And now they see this elderly man drop his cane on the
floor. With great difficulty he lowers himself and sits down next to Bill
and worships with him so he won't be alone.
Everyone chokes up with emotion. When the minister gains control,
he says, "What I'm about to preach, you will never remember. What you have
just seen, you will never forget. Be careful how you live. You may be the
only Bible some people will ever read."
LORD help me to be as accepting of others as you are of me. You
accept me no matter how I am dressed or what I have done. Open my heart to
accept others as quickly and fully in Love! Lord forgive my sins like I
forgive other's sins against me. Help me to become more like Christ.
In Jesus name I pray, Amen.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Howdy! I think Baseball is going to kill me. No, not that I have been playing but watching it. I live in Pennsylvania and the Phila. Phillies are in the National League playoffs against the LA dodgers.
Let me explain. Growing up my Dad always watched and my oldest brother as well. My oldest brother Pete, passed away last year and when they won the world series it was so bittersweet. Myself I know Pete was smiling down. It was the first time I ever seen my DH cry. He was very close with Pete. Admired him a lot.
So, was wathing the game and got to the 8th inning and they were leading 1 - 0. Then they switched pitchers. The one they brought in I knew wasn't good. He wasn't. They changed pitchers like 5 times. Ended up having the winning run get walked to the home plate. They got to the nineth inning and didn't get anymore runs.
Might not sound exciting to you, but, for me it was. Let me explain. Last week I was watching a game for the NLE games and they were behind in runs. 9th inning came up and they had 2 outs and the batter was at 3 balls and 2 strikes and they ended up getting on base and winning the game.
I swear it is so stressful watching. They are now tied with the dodgers. 1 game each. They play tomorrow and monday at home. Crossing my fingers.
Here is a sweet story. Enjoy!
The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?" I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze.
"Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked. She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, have a couple of children, and then retire and travel." "No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age." I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me.
After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me. Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.
At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know."
As we laughed she cleared her throat and began: "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success." You have to laugh and find humor every day. "You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!"
"There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change."
"Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets. She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose." She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.
At the years end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.
If you read this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they'll really enjoy it!
We send these words in loving memory of ROSE Remember,
GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY,
GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.
Life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Happy Friday. Still stuck in the drearies here today. DH is home from the flea market and we are both trying to stay awake. Ha! He just made a pot of coffee and hoping that helps. If all else fails we could take a nap I guess as long as it is before Linda comes.
Wishing everyone a Great Day!
Not trying to be contravercial or anything. This really makes you think.At the bottom it says to pass it on. I am not saying to. I got this in an email. I even looked it up on the title no author but there is a book witht the same title.
**~** The Death of Common Sense **~**
Obituary of the late Mr Common Sense
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
Knowing when to come in out of the rain; Why the early bird gets the worm;
Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 -year- old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Tylenol, sun lotion or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim.
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Happy Thursday. Not too much at all going on here. We are in the midst of dreary rainstorms. Not one mind you but 2. Just drinking more coffee today with my favorite sugarfree hot cocoa. Yum!
Here is a good post for a chuckle or two. Enjoy!
These are from a book called Disorder in the American Courts, and are things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down and now published by court reporters that had the torment of staying calm while these exchanges were actually taking place.
ATTORNEY: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all?
ATTORNEY: And in what ways does it affect your memory?
WITNESS: I forget.
ATTORNEY: You forget? Can you give us an example of something you forgot?
ATTORNEY: Do you know if your daughter has ever been involved in voodoo?
WITNESS: We both do.
WITNESS: We do.
ATTORNEY: You do?
WITNESS: Yes, voodoo.
ATTORNEY: Now doctor, "isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn't know about it until the next morning?"
WITNESS: Did you actually pass the bar exam?
ATTORNEY: The youngest son, the twenty-year-old, how old is he?
WITNESS: He's twenty, much like your IQ.
ATTO RNEY: Were you present when your picture was taken?
WITNESS: Are you putting me on?
ATTORNEY: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th?
ATTORNEY: And what were you doing at that time?
WITNESS: Getting laid
ATTORNEY: She had three children, right?
ATTORNEY: How many were boys?
ATTORNEY: Were there any girls?
WITNESS: Your Honor, I think I need a different attorney.
Can I get a new attorney?
ATTORNEY: How was your first marriage terminated?
WITNESS: By death.
ATTORNEY: And by whose death was it terminated?
WITNESS: Take a guess.
ATTORNEY: Can you describe the individual?
WITNESS: He was about 20, medium height, and had a beard.
ATTORNEY: Was this a male or a female?
WITNESS: Unless the Circus was in town I'm going with male.
ATTORNEY: Doctor, how many of your autopsies have you performed on dead people?
WITNESS: All of them. The live ones put up too much of a fight.
ATTORNEY: ALL your responses MUST be oral, OK?
What school did you go to?
ATTORNEY: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?
WITNESS: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.
ATTORNEY: And, Mr. Denton was dead at the time?
WITNESS: If not, he was by the time I finished.
ATTORNEY: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?
WITNESS: Are you qualified to ask that question?
And the best for last:
ATTORNEY: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?
ATTORNEY: Did you check for blood pressure?
ATTORNEY: Did you check for breathing?
ATTORNEY: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?
WITNESS: No .
ATTORNEY: How can you be so sure, Doctor?
WITNESS: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.
ATTORNEY: I see, but could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless?
WITNESS: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Happy Wednesday. Not too much excitement going on in my little corner of the world. A little bit chilly here. The forecast for like the next 3 to 4 days of damp, chilly and rainy weather. bbbuuurrrr!
I have been rather moody lately. My emotions are all over the map. Think the thyroid being 18 instead of 3 has a lot to do with it. Re-scheduled appointment to Tuesday. Better weather, with the rain and having to take my time I would be soaked before I even got past the ramp. I am going to need to take my time to getting myself up into the van as it is. Plus I made it for the afternoon when Linda is here to help get me out. My DH can get impatient and frustrated. Figure we can use all the help we can get. Ha!
Wishing everyone a good day. Have a story to share with you. Enjoy!
*** A Blue Ribbon to make a Difference ***
A teacher in New York decided to honor each of her seniors in high school by telling them the difference they each made. She called each student to the front of the class, one at a time. First she told each of them how they had made a difference to her and the class. Then she presented each of them with a blue ribbon imprinted with gold letters which read, "Who I Am Makes a Difference."
Afterwards the teacher decided to do a class project to see what kind of impact recognition would have on a community. She gave each of the students three more ribbons and instructed them to go out and spread this acknowledgment ceremony. Then they were to follow up on the results, see who honored whom and report back to the class in about a week.
One of the boys in the class went to a junior executive in a nearby company and honored him for helping him with his career planning. He gave him a blue ribbon and put it on his shirt. Then he gave him two extra ribbons and said, "We're doing a class project on recognition, and we'd like you to go out, find somebody to honor, give them a blue ribbon, then give them the extra blue ribbon so they can acknowledge a third person to keep this acknowledgment ceremony going. Then please report back to me and tell me what happened."
Later that day the junior executive went in to see his boss, who had been noted, by the way, as being kind of a grouchy fellow. He sat his boss down and he told him that he deeply admired him for being a creative genius. The boss seemed very surprised. The junior executive asked him if he would accept the gift of the blue ribbon and would he give him permission to put it on him. His surprised boss said, "Well, sure." The junior executive took the blue ribbon and placed it right on his boss's jacket above his heart. As he gave him the last extra ribbon, he said, "Would you do me a favor? Would you take this extra ribbon and pass it on by honoring somebody else? The young boy who first gave me the ribbons is doing a project in school and we want to keep this recognition ceremony going and find out how it affects people."
That night the boss came home to his 14-year-old son and sat him down. He said, "The most incredible thing happened to me today. I was in my office and one of the junior executives came in and told me he admired me and gave me a blue ribbon for being a creative genius. Imagine. He thinks I'm a creative genius. Then he put this blue ribbon that says 'Who I Am Makes A Difference'" on my jacket above my heart. He gave me an extra ribbon and asked me to find somebody else to honor.
As I was driving home tonight, I started thinking about whom I would honor with this ribbon and I thought about you. I want to honor you. My days are really hectic and when I come home I don't pay a lot of attention to you. Sometimes I scream at you for not getting good enough grades in school and for your bedroom being a mess, but somehow tonight, I just wanted to sit here and, well, just let you know that you do make a difference to me. Besides your mother, you are the most important person in my life. You're a great kid and I love you!"
The startled boy started to sob and sob, and he couldn't stop crying. His whole body shook. He looked up at his father and said through his tears, "I have been contemplating suicide, Dad, because I didn't think you loved me. Now I know you care." The boss went back to work a changed man. He was no longer a grouch but made sure to let all his employees know that they made a difference. The junior executive helped several other young people with career planning and never forgot to let them know that they made a difference in his life. The young boy and his classmates learned a valuable lesson. Who you are DOES make a difference.
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