Slow Dance
SLOW DANCE
Have you ever
watched
kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to
the
rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a
butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the
fading
night?
You better slow down.
Don't
dance so
fast.
Time is short.
The music
won't
last.
Do you run through each day
On
the
fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear
the
reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie
in your
bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through
your head?
You'd better
slow down
Don't dance so
fast.
Time is
short.
The music won't
last.
Ever told your
child,
We'll do it
tomorrow?
And in your
haste,
Not see
his
sorrow?
Ever lost
touch,
Let a good
friendship die
Cause you
never had time
To call
and say,'Hi'
You'd
better slow down.
Don't dance
so fast.
Time
is short.
The music won't
last..
When you run
so fast to get somewhere
You
miss half the fun of getting
there.
When you worry and hurry
through your
day,
It is like an unopened
gift....
Thrown
away.
Life is not a
race.
Do take it
slower,
Hear the
music
Before the song is
over.
I received this the other day as an e-mail. It was said that a 16 year old terminally ill girl had wrote this poem and her wish was for this poem to be forwarded all around the world.
You just never know about whether things like this are true, but I forwarded it to just about everyone on my e-mail list.
I have lost FAR too many friends at a young age. This poem just really hit home for me.
It is now officially my very favorite piece of poetry I have ever read.
Have you ever
watched
kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to
the
rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a
butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the
fading
night?
You better slow down.
Don't
dance so
fast.
Time is short.
The music
won't
last.
Do you run through each day
On
the
fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear
the
reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie
in your
bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through
your head?
You'd better
slow down
Don't dance so
fast.
Time is
short.
The music won't
last.
Ever told your
child,
We'll do it
tomorrow?
And in your
haste,
Not see
his
sorrow?
Ever lost
touch,
Let a good
friendship die
Cause you
never had time
To call
and say,'Hi'
You'd
better slow down.
Don't dance
so fast.
Time
is short.
The music won't
last..
When you run
so fast to get somewhere
You
miss half the fun of getting
there.
When you worry and hurry
through your
day,
It is like an unopened
gift....
Thrown
away.
Life is not a
race.
Do take it
slower,
Hear the
music
Before the song is
over.
I received this the other day as an e-mail. It was said that a 16 year old terminally ill girl had wrote this poem and her wish was for this poem to be forwarded all around the world.
You just never know about whether things like this are true, but I forwarded it to just about everyone on my e-mail list.
I have lost FAR too many friends at a young age. This poem just really hit home for me.
It is now officially my very favorite piece of poetry I have ever read.
I can only hope and pray that the story that went with it is not true.
21 lines to live by
ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.
TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other.
TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other.
THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want....
FOUR. When you say, 'I love you,' mean it.
Blogging again
Starting up this blog again has been on my to do list for quite sometime. Originally when I quit posting I almost deleted this blog. I am so glad that I did not.
The last couple of days as I have been going through all my previous posts (I still have not gone through the whole thing) is like a little mini trip down memory lane. In the 400 some odd posts that I had on here is almost like a diary.
From the photo memes, I know what the weather was like on a certain date. I can see where I was at and with whom.
From the e-mails that I turn into a post I now realize that there are those I have lost touch with.
From my comments I have received, I see sooo many good blogs and their authors that I so faithfully followed before. It took me going through this blog to realize just how much all of this meant to me.
It was a very big part of my life.
What's that saying? Something about "you can never really go back home?"
I sure hope that does not include blogging.
I am looking forward to starting this blog up again, and more importantly, to seeing you around once more.
The last couple of days as I have been going through all my previous posts (I still have not gone through the whole thing) is like a little mini trip down memory lane. In the 400 some odd posts that I had on here is almost like a diary.
From the photo memes, I know what the weather was like on a certain date. I can see where I was at and with whom.
From the e-mails that I turn into a post I now realize that there are those I have lost touch with.
From my comments I have received, I see sooo many good blogs and their authors that I so faithfully followed before. It took me going through this blog to realize just how much all of this meant to me.
It was a very big part of my life.
What's that saying? Something about "you can never really go back home?"
I sure hope that does not include blogging.
I am looking forward to starting this blog up again, and more importantly, to seeing you around once more.
MY LIVING WILL
Last night, my friend and I were sitting in the living room and I said to her,
'I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine
and fluids from a bottle. If that ever happens, just pull the plug.'
She got up, unplugged the computer, and threw out my wine.
She's such a bitch....
She's such a bitch....
Memories
Memories are something we as humans all have. However have you ever noticed that perhaps your memories are not the same as those of whom the memories are of? This has taken some getting used to on my part. And I still don't get it most of the time. When I think of a certain person say, and I get that warm fuzzy feeling about them and how I would love to find out about them and then you do, and you find out that perhaps they were not feeling that warm and fuzzy sensation like you were all those years? It makes me wonder if I am just SUPER DUPER sensitive or way over the top with my heart. I give it entirely to easily. Mind you I am not speaking of a man or a woman , just friends regardless of their sexual gender. Most of my friends are now deceased including a husband and my best girlfriend and my best "guy" friend. Perhaps that has made me clingy. I guess what it comes down to is if you are a true friend of mine, Don't ever expect me to not think about you, wonder about you and hope for you nothing but the best. FOREVER, no miles can keep these thoughts away or these feelings. Just death and for the most part that does not work too well either.Because I just never forget!!!
A Friends Birthday wishes for me
Yep, It's that day. That day on the calendar that states you are older on this date. Of course we are older every single second, but a calendar makes it a "yearly" deal. Personally I have always thought that the one that gives birth is the one the birthday should be for. They are the ones that went through 9 months of pregnancy and then what they had to go through the previous hours and in some cases days to give "you" a birth date , well it sort of seems ass backwards to me. Of course it is my "Birth date" but it just seems like Dear ol' mom (rest her soul) is the one that should be celebrated. I mean it was her that went through all the physical hell and then she had to put up with me for the rest of her life. But I guess that's why they made Mother's Day and I should just quit trying to wiggle out of the fact that, yes, today I need to put another candle on my birthday cake and be thankful that I am alive and here to do so. On the other hand without dear ol mom ........ Here are a couple of very nice and kind well wishes I received from a dear friend that I just met this year!
Now this is one I received but I can not click on any comments, but I can imagine what they would be. LOL!!!
This one here was on a video that I sure wish I could share. But I do not know how too. It is the cutest damned thing and so very thoughtful, so to "My Buddy" I thank you for these birthday wishes!
This was a wish telling me I deserved breakfast in bed. What a nice thought , don't you think?
Looks really yummy huh?
Now this is one I received but I can not click on any comments, but I can imagine what they would be. LOL!!!
This one here was on a video that I sure wish I could share. But I do not know how too. It is the cutest damned thing and so very thoughtful, so to "My Buddy" I thank you for these birthday wishes!
Moon pic and a quote
I keep my friends as misers do their treasure, because, of all the things granted us by wisdom, none is greater or better than friendship.
Pietro Aretino
Image via Wikipedia
I received these pictures via E-Mail from another friend of mine that had found me through classmates. I had actually heard that he was no longer with us 20 or so odd years ago. Imagine my surprise when I get my notice from classmates informing me I had an E-Mail from John so and so.It was definitely a nice surprise. I have seen some of these pictures on the web but not all of them. Awesome!!!
Thanks Johnny!
If you ever want to see trees like this, go to Gilroy Gardens in Gilroy, CA. A number of these trees had been imported from the old Santa's Village Park in Santa Cruz after it closed in 1989. They almost got bulldozed except for a guy who saw them and wanted them for his new botanical amusement park. That guy was Joe Bonfonte who opened Bonfonte Gardens which later became Gilroy Gardens. This is a low key park with only a few rides of merit for adults but the scenery - the trees, plants, bushes, fountains, streams, etc. are just great. Stop by if you are ever in the "garlic capital " (aka Gilroy).
P.S. To Johnny,
I saw the pic, Lookin' good!!!
A very close friend of mine
34 years ago (and 9 minutes) I knew a 16 year old girl that had a baby. It was a boy. He weighed in at a whopping 7 lbs. 13 1/2 ounces. Hard to believe that she was able to hide this pregnancy all the way until she was almost 7 months pregnant.. She only weighed a mere 90-93 lbs. soaking wet normally. I guess that is what truly scared and frightened teen-age girls do when they are scared to death to tell anyone. Hide things! Like throwing up throughout the whole Christmas season.You would think perhaps someone would notice? I personally would have thought that puking every morning before ya went to High School would be a dead give away! Apparently not! Nobody EVER noticed. Even when she would get to school, I remember her throwing up when she would get off the bus. I remember her practically living in that bathroom for 1st period and part of second period. But even I never thought to ask her what was up. I suspect she would not have told me anyway.
And she never did tell me then.
And you just cannot get any closer than we were
And then there is that extra special sweet 16 birthday a young girl is suppose to enjoy sooo much. I know it really isn't meant to be hanging over a toilet and worshiping a porcelain God!!!
Its sad to me all these years later, because she knew EVERYTHING right? All 16 year olds know everything. Ask any of them. LOL!!! She was still going to live her dream of being a veterinarian. She did not want to be a domestic animal veterinarian per-say. She wanted to be a veterinarian that took care of farm animals, like cows, steers, bulls pigs, etc. Live on a ranch somewhere. That's all she ever wanted to do! And she was still going to get to do that!
Its funny the way I think about her now. She did not have a clue.
She has never been sorry for the choices that were made, but she does sometimes wonder what life might have been like! I haven't "seen" her in years now, but I always remember her on this date.
And she never did tell me then.
And you just cannot get any closer than we were
And then there is that extra special sweet 16 birthday a young girl is suppose to enjoy sooo much. I know it really isn't meant to be hanging over a toilet and worshiping a porcelain God!!!
Its sad to me all these years later, because she knew EVERYTHING right? All 16 year olds know everything. Ask any of them. LOL!!! She was still going to live her dream of being a veterinarian. She did not want to be a domestic animal veterinarian per-say. She wanted to be a veterinarian that took care of farm animals, like cows, steers, bulls pigs, etc. Live on a ranch somewhere. That's all she ever wanted to do! And she was still going to get to do that!
Its funny the way I think about her now. She did not have a clue.
She has never been sorry for the choices that were made, but she does sometimes wonder what life might have been like! I haven't "seen" her in years now, but I always remember her on this date.
Old age
This was not written by me but it might as well been. I do not have gray hair (but who really knows LOL!!!) nor a bulging belly, just the opposite Always been too skinny, but now even I am starting to gain weight)but the rest is so true, I just love this!!!
The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my reaction, she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it, and let her know.
Old Age, I decided, is a gift. I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be.
Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long.
Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long.
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 more kind 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 and 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.
You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, to answer your question, 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)
A Quote
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A friend is one who see's through you and still enjoys the view!
Wilma Askinas
I "stole " this pic from jh27's pages at stumbleupon
Graduation Card!!!
For the last day and a half I have tried to write this post. It is not about woodworking whatsoever.It's about friends and friendship. It is about a graduation card I received in the mail day before yesterday! YES I said graduation! Did I mention it is a high school congratulations for graduating high school card! I graduated 33 years ago this month.
YES I said 33 years ago. This card was/is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Respect will keep me from divulging anything more, but trust me when I say there really is no greater gift than a friend. One must NEVER lose sight of that!!!
P.S. I have this frog as the header of my other blog, and he always makes me smile. The card I received just so happens to have had a frog on it. There is not even a possibility that I could ever find a picture better than this to represent the way that card makes me feel!
PEACE!!!
Allison
Thanks B.G.
YES I said 33 years ago. This card was/is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Respect will keep me from divulging anything more, but trust me when I say there really is no greater gift than a friend. One must NEVER lose sight of that!!!
P.S. I have this frog as the header of my other blog, and he always makes me smile. The card I received just so happens to have had a frog on it. There is not even a possibility that I could ever find a picture better than this to represent the way that card makes me feel!
PEACE!!!
Allison
Thanks B.G.
Classmates
Classmates,
I am sure anyone that owns a computer has heard or seen the pop up ads, or the ads that just seem to be there when you least expect it. The classmates ad's . The ones that ask you if you want to find out about old classmates etc. Anyhow I have just got done writing a letter to the sister of someone that I have been trying to find for years. I am so excited to find out that this person is doing great and that all is well.
Sometimes it's those little things that can truly make your day!
Classmates
Classmates,
I am sure anyone that owns a computer has heard or seen the pop up ads, or the ads that just seem to be there when you least expect it. The classmates ad's . The ones that ask you if you want to find out about old classmates etc. Anyhow I have just got done writing a letter to the sister of someone that I have been trying to find for years. I am so excited to find out that this person is doing great and that all is well.
Sometimes it's those little things that can truly make your day!
My Little man turns 6
Celebrating my grandson's 6th birthday along with a friend of his who is celebrating a 7th birthday, our family's and friends went to our local pizza parlor (and 1 of 2 of the only restaurants)in our little town. That week we had one hell of a storm and were dumped on pretty good in a short period of time so an outside party was out of the question. Anyhow I thought I would share with you some pics of the "little" man in my life!
