Heaven knows...
We are all in a rush at one time or another.
Today I do nothing, that is my rule for today.
I am tired of rushing from one activity to another.
I used to get paid to rush and wait. Now I am on my own time.
And today, just for today.....I choose to rush nowhere.
Rushing is for the young, when your thoughts tell you that your time is unlimited. This is not what my thoughts tell me these days....
They tell me to.....
Enjoy my parents as much as possible, most people my age don't have parents to enjoy..
Let my son run his own life, and maybe he will enjoy time with me....
Tresure the time with friends, as you never know how long the friendship will last....
Value your time with your siblings, tey may drive you crazy (or their spouses may) but someday they may be the only family you have....
Cherish your grandparents, I lost my only surviving grandmother this last november, I miss her like a child...
Cherish the cold weather for hot sunny weather is right around the corner....
Enjoy life as it is today, because "the times they are a changing".
Thank God.
31 January 2009
29 January 2009
OK, I admit it.....
My family is made up of CLOWNS!!!! The young adults (and I use that term loosely) in our family do not like to have holiday photos taken of them, so.......
We improvise.
They will clown for the camera.
They will not pose.
Basically, I provide the costumes, and they will agree to "be there".
Please notice how well-behaved the parents are....
and my husband.
Little do these kids know that some day they will have children of their own.
Did I mention that one child didn't even show up!
Someday they will be listening to my stories for the one hundredth time,
and wiping the drool off my chin, and other "necessary chores".
Their time will come.
We improvise.
They will clown for the camera.
They will not pose.
Basically, I provide the costumes, and they will agree to "be there".
Please notice how well-behaved the parents are....
and my husband.
Little do these kids know that some day they will have children of their own.
Did I mention that one child didn't even show up!
Someday they will be listening to my stories for the one hundredth time,
and wiping the drool off my chin, and other "necessary chores".
Their time will come.
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