Archive through April 25, 2001
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Zeb | Tuesday, April 24, 2001 - 10:34 am     "Weebles wobble but they don't fall down." |
Wink | Tuesday, April 24, 2001 - 10:34 am     Max I love cuddly wuddly and I'm sure that's one that Moonie would accept. LOL |
Karuuna | Tuesday, April 24, 2001 - 12:13 pm     Wink & Max - I do really like Dr Phil's take on life. Altho he can be brutally honest sometimes! His book is a trip to work thru, I'm not sure I can be that brutally honest with myself, except in small doses. Probably why it's taking me so long to do go thru the exercises! |
Karuuna | Tuesday, April 24, 2001 - 12:14 pm     Kady -- your quote reminded me of this: "when forced to choose between two options, always take the third" anonymous |
Moondance | Tuesday, April 24, 2001 - 12:49 pm     OMG I have a CRUSH on Dr. Phil... move over he is Mine! |
Tess | Tuesday, April 24, 2001 - 03:21 pm     Here's my thougth for the day... One bad apple CAN'T spoil the whole bunch....it can try but it won't get far around here. |
Lancecrossfire | Tuesday, April 24, 2001 - 04:21 pm     What a great thought Tess!! |
Willi | Tuesday, April 24, 2001 - 04:27 pm     One bad apple... Wasn't that a Jackson 5 song??? Loved that song.
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Gail | Tuesday, April 24, 2001 - 04:38 pm     It was the Osmonds!! Am I showing my age?? |
Grod | Tuesday, April 24, 2001 - 05:12 pm     "An atheist's mot embarrassing moment is when he feels profoundly thankful for something, and can't think of anybody to thank for it" ----anonymous the one below is for gail: How Old Are You? age is a quality of mind if you have left your dreams behind, if hope is cold, if you no longer look ahead, if your ambitions' fires are dead-- Then you are old. But.....if from life you take the best, and if in life you keep the jest, If love you hold; No matter how the years go by, No matter how the birthdays fly-- YOU ARE NOT OLD. -------H. S. Fritsch |
Willi | Tuesday, April 24, 2001 - 05:34 pm     Oh My! I should know THAT!!!! I'm showing my age=forgetfulness!!!! I went for my drivers license renewal today & had to take the eye test 3 times before he "pased" me. I had no business being passed either...I need glasses. Glasses & a memory. That oughta help some. |
Max | Tuesday, April 24, 2001 - 05:38 pm     Don't feel bad, Willi. I got the call today that my new glasses are in--my first bifocals! They call them "transitional lenses" now since they don't have the lines anymore, but they are STILL bifocals to me.
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Willi | Tuesday, April 24, 2001 - 06:12 pm     Thanks Max. I'm calling the Optometrist ASAP. Denial was never my stong-suit! If only... I'll bet you'll look stylin' in your glasses! |
Grod | Tuesday, April 24, 2001 - 07:04 pm     willi and max. i went last week and i could kiss the optometrist no bifocals required. but the price of contact lens has gone up |
Tess | Tuesday, April 24, 2001 - 10:05 pm     LOL Willi and Gail. Max, don't worry with the new bifocals. I've had mine 2 years and no one can tell without those pesky lines. You'll get used to them in no time and be able to find your way around here even easier. Good poem, Grod. Here's my latest thought for the day... Creative minds are rarely tidy.  |
Nancy091158 | Wednesday, April 25, 2001 - 06:09 am     "In the game of life, nothing is less important than the score at half time." --Anon. "Laugh at yourself first, before anyone else can." --Elsa Maxwell "Acceptance of what has happened is the first step to overcoming the consequences of any misfortune." --William James |
Nancy091158 | Wednesday, April 25, 2001 - 06:37 am     Listening is a magnetic and strange thing, a creative force. The friends who listen to us are the ones we move toward, and we want to sit in their radius. When we are listened to, it creates us, makes us unfold and expand. Karl Menninger (1893 - 1990) Psychiatrist |
Norwican | Wednesday, April 25, 2001 - 07:34 am     "Nothing is certain other than death and taxes" <my Dad died on tax day... he always was good at killing 2 birds with 1 stone> |
Admin | Wednesday, April 25, 2001 - 07:40 am     Is today Secretary's day? |
Max | Wednesday, April 25, 2001 - 07:47 am     Ahem! That would be "Administrative Professional's Day", Admin! LOL And yes, it is. |
Lancecrossfire | Wednesday, April 25, 2001 - 10:04 am     PERFECT HEART One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart. Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said “Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine.” The crowd and the young man looked at the old man’s heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn’t fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing. The people stared, “ how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought?” The young man looked at the old man’s heart and saw its state and laughed. “You must be joking,” he said. “Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears.” “Yes,” said the old man, “Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love. I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart. But, because the pieces aren’t exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared. Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn’t returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges - giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people, I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?” The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man’s heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man’s heart flowed into his. |
Karuuna | Wednesday, April 25, 2001 - 10:36 am     Thanks, Lance. I love that story. Since we seem to be stuck in continuing discussions over old stuff, here's my contribution for the day: "A person should realize that conflict situations between oneself and others are nothing but the effects of conflict situations in one's own soul." -- Martin Buber |
Tksoard | Wednesday, April 25, 2001 - 10:44 am     Thanks Lance! That was beautiful!! |
Lancecrossfire | Wednesday, April 25, 2001 - 10:54 am     Buber has said a lot of pretty insightful things--I like that one! |
Ducky | Wednesday, April 25, 2001 - 11:03 am     Read this to my six year old he liked it as much as I did. It touched both of are hearts. Thank You Lance for a touching story. |
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