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Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Monday, July 4, 2016
Tuesday, May 3, 2016
I Don't want to be Married just to be...
Marriage is
Love
Respect
Honesty
Affection
Marriage is hard work and both people have to be willing to work on it or it doesn't exist.
Don't hurt the one you love because you don't know what to do.
Get advice.
Read a book. Pray. Go to a counselor. Talk to each other!
Here is a great book for everyone - single, happily married, or having troubles
His Needs, Her Needs
by Willard F. Harley, Jr.
Read it, Do it.
Tuesday, April 26, 2016
What was once lost...
We all lose things. Sometimes we find them.
Sometimes we don't.
Sometimes what we find is too late.
Things that were once useful to someone are now useless to anyone.
Someone lost them, nature found them.
Why are things so important to people?
Do they make us feel Happy?
Important?
Special?
When we die, we don't take things with us.
What we do take with us is Love
Understanding
Peace
So, forget about things!
Instead focus on your Family
Find yourself
Faithfulness
Spirituality
There you will find Happiness,
Peace
Love
Wednesday, April 13, 2016
Today's Song
Song of the day
Simple Man
Lynard Skynyrd
Mama told me when I was young
"Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely to what I say
And if you do this it'll help you some sunny day"
"Oh, take your time, don't live too fast
Troubles will come and they will pass
You'll find a woman and you'll find love
And don't forget, son, there is someone up above"
"And be a simple kind of man
Oh, be something you love and understand
Baby be a simple kind of man
Oh, won't you do this for me, son, if you can"
"Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
All that you need is in your soul
And you can do this, oh baby, if you try
All that I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied"
"And be a simple kind of man
Oh, be something you love and understand
Baby be a simple kind of man
Oh, won't you do this for me, son, if you can"
Oh yes, I will
"Boy, don't you worry, you'll find yourself
Follow your heart and nothing else
And you can do this, oh baby, if you try
All that I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied"
"And be a simple kind of man
Oh, be something you love and understand
Baby be a simple kind of man
Oh, won't you do this for me, son, if you can"
Baby, be a simple, really simple man
Oh, be something you love and understand
Friday, March 13, 2015
Think, Feel and Imagine
Self Guidance
Just something to think about today and everyday :)
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Sunday, February 16, 2014
Valentine's Day
Valentine's Day, Love Day, Candy Day, Forget the Diet Day, Spend Money on Chocolate Day. It has many names.
When I was a child we made valentine's cards to hand out at school. We would make our own cards and draw or write on them and put someones name on it. If we got lucky our mom would buy the pre-made box of cards that I could rummage through to see which one was just right for that "special" someone, then my best friends, then friends, then the other people in my class until I ran out of cards. Usually by the time I had picked the cards for my special valentine and best friends I didn't care what the other ones said or looked like, I just scribbled my name on them and was done.
In the younger grades we were assigned to make a Valentine mail box as part of our art homework so we could have our cards delivered to our desks. You could always tell who had their mom make the box for them. They were beautiful and perfect, everything straight, perfect amount of glitter. Then there were the ones who actually made them by themselves. Usually looked like a left over Valentine pile of rubbish glued randomly to a box with way too much glitter or things sticking out in various directions. Making you afraid to drop the Valentine in the box wondering if there was something in there that might bite you.
We would all put our boxes on our desks, gather our cards, and go to the back or sides of the class. Then the teacher would say "on your mark, get ready, go!" There would be a mad rush of kids bumping into things, screaming, running to see who would get all of theirs delivered first so they could see what their own box would reveal when they were done.
There was always an admirer (or two-wink) that I hoped to receive a card from. It was just another popularity contest if you ask me. But when you are a kid it means the world to see if that "someone" gives you a card that might let on that they share the same feelings.
Then the moment arrives. The moment of truth... I dig through my valentines to see if I got one from him....There it is! I look around to make sure no one is looking. I smell it. I open it slowly, thousands of scenarios running through my head. Will it be so lovely? Will it say how much he adores me? I open it. WHAT!? It's a monster truck. It says "hope you have a smashing day". UGH... Smashing all right. My heart is smashed. I am no longer interested in the rest of the cards. I just want to lay my head down and cry. The good thing about childhood crushes is that they are usually short lived. You are durable and can move on quickly.
My best friend would come over and cheer me up by finding her valentine and placing it in my hand. It is shiny, covered in glitter just for me. She knows how much I LOVE glitter. It is a Lisa Frank valentine and it has two very colorful girls skipping together. It says "To my most colorful best friend, Happy Valentine's Day". It had a piece of chocolate attached to it. She cheered me up and I forgot all about "him".
As an adult Valentine's day is not about flowers, candy and gifts. It's about LOVE. I share my love with the people in my life that are important to me not just one day a year but everyday. That makes everyday Valentine's day.
When I was a child we made valentine's cards to hand out at school. We would make our own cards and draw or write on them and put someones name on it. If we got lucky our mom would buy the pre-made box of cards that I could rummage through to see which one was just right for that "special" someone, then my best friends, then friends, then the other people in my class until I ran out of cards. Usually by the time I had picked the cards for my special valentine and best friends I didn't care what the other ones said or looked like, I just scribbled my name on them and was done.
In the younger grades we were assigned to make a Valentine mail box as part of our art homework so we could have our cards delivered to our desks. You could always tell who had their mom make the box for them. They were beautiful and perfect, everything straight, perfect amount of glitter. Then there were the ones who actually made them by themselves. Usually looked like a left over Valentine pile of rubbish glued randomly to a box with way too much glitter or things sticking out in various directions. Making you afraid to drop the Valentine in the box wondering if there was something in there that might bite you.
We would all put our boxes on our desks, gather our cards, and go to the back or sides of the class. Then the teacher would say "on your mark, get ready, go!" There would be a mad rush of kids bumping into things, screaming, running to see who would get all of theirs delivered first so they could see what their own box would reveal when they were done.
There was always an admirer (or two-wink) that I hoped to receive a card from. It was just another popularity contest if you ask me. But when you are a kid it means the world to see if that "someone" gives you a card that might let on that they share the same feelings.
Then the moment arrives. The moment of truth... I dig through my valentines to see if I got one from him....There it is! I look around to make sure no one is looking. I smell it. I open it slowly, thousands of scenarios running through my head. Will it be so lovely? Will it say how much he adores me? I open it. WHAT!? It's a monster truck. It says "hope you have a smashing day". UGH... Smashing all right. My heart is smashed. I am no longer interested in the rest of the cards. I just want to lay my head down and cry. The good thing about childhood crushes is that they are usually short lived. You are durable and can move on quickly.
My best friend would come over and cheer me up by finding her valentine and placing it in my hand. It is shiny, covered in glitter just for me. She knows how much I LOVE glitter. It is a Lisa Frank valentine and it has two very colorful girls skipping together. It says "To my most colorful best friend, Happy Valentine's Day". It had a piece of chocolate attached to it. She cheered me up and I forgot all about "him".
As an adult Valentine's day is not about flowers, candy and gifts. It's about LOVE. I share my love with the people in my life that are important to me not just one day a year but everyday. That makes everyday Valentine's day.
Friday, January 31, 2014
Let them eat cake...
Valentine's Conversation Heart Cookie Cutters
There is a NICE set:
Be Mine, Hug Me , Kiss Me and True Love
A NAUGHTY Set for those who aren't afraid to say what they really want :)
Eat Me, Spank Me, Bite Me and F*ck Me
Then of course for the Geek in all of us...
Hey Listen!, Level Up, 1 up, Be my Hero, I Choose You!, Fus-Ro-Dah, LOL, OMG, WTF, BRB and More...
They have many other Yummy cookie designs here.
I think I need some cookies now.....
Sunday, January 12, 2014
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