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Sunday, May 31, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
More Go-Kart Fun
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Marley & Me
How many of you have seen this movie? This movie was true but sad tale.
It can't be classified as a tear jerker. I'd call it a box of Kleenex sobbing bawl movie.
I thought Zoie was the worlds worst puppy but Marley beat her.
Go-Karts Rock
I could not seem to pass people without crashing them. It was so fun! I came home with a face full of rubber.
This was at Airway Lanes Fun center......They also have Laser Tag which looks like fun.
This was at Airway Lanes Fun center......They also have Laser Tag which looks like fun.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
You Know Those E-mails?
You know the ones I mean.........This one was so true that I thought I'd share it here instead of forwarding on.
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon, before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60's &70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love .... I will.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it).
MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!
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Listening to: Kelly Clarkson - Miss Independent
via FoxyTunes
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon, before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60's &70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love .... I will.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it).
MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!
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Listening to: Kelly Clarkson - Miss Independent
via FoxyTunes
Monday, May 25, 2009
Memorial Day
I'd like to take this moment to thank all the veterans for the sacrifice that they have made, many made the ultimate sacrifice.So that I can live free in this country. Where my biggest dilemma is what game I'm gonna play tonight. Or which new gadget I want to buy.
Our veterans need more than what we give them!
Also happy Summer!
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Remember When We Brought Bella Home?
Bella has come such a long way!
When we brought her home in November she was 5 pounds. She weighs 11 pounds now. I call her my Chunky Monkey! She is such a cuddle bucket, but only with me....she is still scared of the rest of the world.
It makes me feel very needed & special that she loves me that much. *shrug*
I wrote a Bella poem.Bella from a puppy-mill came she.
Broken like me.
We cling together, a bond like no other.
Neurotic she is, but does not smother.
Slowly we heal.
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Listening to: Tom Petty - Only a Broken Heart
via FoxyTunes
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