Read This Slowly; and Happy Birthday Pearl.

Post 401 ~ ~ ~ Monday, 28th January, 2008.

Hello my Friends ~~ I hope you are all faring well and enjoying
your lives. I am fine and have been busy cooking today. I made
a Meat Loaf and roast veggies and Corn, Green beans and my
mixture of Tomatos, onion and capsicum. (Bell peppers.)
So no more cooking for a few days. Wow !!

Tomorrow the 29th is Pearl 's birthday. I hope you have a
wonderful day my friend. I hope you can get to her lovely
blog, but if not, you may leave wishes here and I will pass
them on to her.


Tonight's article called "Read this slowly" is a very nice one
and was sent to me twice today. Thank you very much Gwen
and Jeanette ~ I really liked it girls, and hope others do also.


Too many people put off something that brings them joy just
because they haven't thought about it, don't have it on their
schedule, didn't know it was coming or are too rigid to depart
from their routine.

I got to thinking one day about all those women on the Titanic
who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort
to cut back. From then on, I tried to be a little more flexible.

How many women out there will eat at home because their
husbands didn't suggest going out for dinner until after some-
thing had been thawed? Does the word "refrigeration" mean
nothing to you?

How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in silence
while you watched "Jeopardy" on television ?

I cannot count the times I called my sister and said, "How about
going out for lunch in a half hour?" She would gas up and
stammer, "I can't. I have clothes on the line. My hair is dirty.
I wish I had known yesterday. I had a late breakfast. It looks
like rain. And my personal favorite : "It's Monday." She died a
few years ago. We never did have lunch together.

Because we cram so much into our lives, we tend to schedule
our headaches. We live on a sparse diet of promises we make
to ourselves when all the conditions are perfect !!

We'll go back and visit the grandparents when we get Steve
toilet-trained. We'll entertain when we replace the living room
carpet. We'll go on a second honeymoon when we get two
more kids out of college.

Life has a way of accelerating as we get older. The days get
shorter, and the list of promises to ourselves gets longer.
One morning, we awaken, and all we have to show for our
lives is a litany of "I'm going to", "I plan on" and "Someday,
when things are settled down a bit."

When anyone calls my "seize the moment" friend, she is open
to adventure and available for trips. She keeps an open mind
on new ideas. Her enthusiasm for life is contagious. You talk
with her for five minutes, and you're ready to trade your bad
feet for a pair of rollerblades and skip on an elevator for a
bungee cord.

My lips have not touched ice cream in 10 years. I love ice
cream. It's just that I might as well apply it directly to my
stomach with a spatula and eliminate the digestive process.
The other day, I stopped the car and bought a triple-decker.
If my car had hit an iceberg on the way home, I would have
died happy.

Now . . . go on and have a nice day. Do something you WANT
to . . . not something on your SHOULD Do list. If you were
going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make,
who would you call and what would you say? And why are you
waiting ?

Make sure you read this to the end: you will understand why
I sent this to you.

Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry-go-round or
listened to the rain lapping on the ground ? Ever followed a
butterfly's erratic flight or gazed at the sun in the fading light?
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? 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 ? Just
call and say "Hi."

When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an
unopened gift . . . .Thrown away . . . Life is not a race. Take
it slower. Hear the music before the song is over.

It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how
much you care. Share this with everyone you consider a
FRIEND. If it comes back to you . . .then you'll know you
have a circle of friends.

To those I have shared this with . . . I cherish our friendship
and appreciate you all.

Life may not be the party we hoped for . . . but while we are
here we might as well dance !!
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Now for some jokes ~ ~ ~

The bellboy knocked on Claude's hotel room door, "Your
suitcases, sir, "said the belllboy, wheeling them into the room.
After he had arranged the suitcases, the bellboy asked, "Is
there anything else I can get you sir ?"
"No thanks," said Claude, giving the bellboy a tip.

The bellboy heard sounds of water splashing in the bathroom
and saw a lady's dress on the bed. "Perhaps your wife might
like something ?" suggested the bellboy.

"Oh, " said Claude, "I almost forgot. Can you get me a post-
card to send to her ?"
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The school teacher asked James, "How many letters in the
alphabet.
James replied, "Eleven."
Puzzled, the teacher asked, "Why do you think the alphabet
has only eleven letters ?"
"Easy," re[lied James. "T.H.E. A.l.P.H.A.B.E.T. That's
eleven letters."
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Bill asked his friend Philip to buy a raffle ticket.
"What 's the raffle for ?" asked Philip.
"You know Fred in Accounts ?" asked Bill. Philip nodded.

Bill continued, "Fred and his wife died in a car crash last
week so the raffle is for their children."

"Why," asked Philip "would I want to buy such a raffle
ticket ? I'm already supporting three children of my own.
I certainly don't want to win any more ."
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Teacher : Now Susan, can you tell me where God lives ?"

Susan : Miss, I think he lives in the bathroom."

Teacher : In the bathroom? Why do you think that?

Susan : Because every morning, I can hear my father
knock on the bathroom door and say, "God, are you
still in there ?"
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During a thunderstorm the small boy told his mother
that he was frightened of the lightning. His mother
put her arms around him and said, "Don't worry.
It will be over in a flash."
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Whenever I stay with people they always ask me
how I slept. How do they think I slept? Do they
think I'm odd or something? I sleep like everyone
else, with my eyes closed.
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Mr and Mrs Jones were just coming out of the hotel
car park when they saw their car being driven away.

"Stop thief," shouted Mr Jones. As the car sped
away he turned to his wife and asked, "Did you get
a good look at the driver? Could you describe him
to the police?"

"No," replied Mrs Jones, "But I did manage to
remember the licence number of the car."
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James went to a counsellor and said, "I hope you
can help me. My wife is so unfaithful. Every
evening she goes out to the same bar and picks up
men. She'll have sex with anyone who asks her --
no matter what they look like. What can I do ?"

The counsellor looked at James and said, "Don't
worry. Now what was the name of that bar ?"
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He said he realised how much his wife loved him
when he unexpectedly fell ill and could not go to
work for three days. His wife was so pleased to
have him at home that she told everyone about it.

Every time the phone rang she started off by saying,
"My husband's at home."

Whenever anyone started walking up the path to his
front door -- such as the newspaper deliverer, milkman
Postman and gardener -- she rushed out saying,
"My husband's at home !!"
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First quote tonight is by Henry Wadsworth
Longfellow. My father used to say this to me when
I was very young.

There was a little girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good
She was very very good,
But when she was bad, she was horrid.

If we see the light at the end of the tunnel,
It's the loght of an oncoming train. Robert Lowell.

Who loves not woman, wine and song
Remains a fool his whole life long. ~ Martin Luther.

To be trusted is a greater compliment than to be loved.
~ ~ ~ George MacDonald.

Writing books is the closest men ever come to
childbearing. ~ ~ Norman Mailer.

A man who trusts nobody is apt to be the kind of man
whom nobody trusts. ~ ~ ~ Harold Macmillan.
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That is enough for tonight. I hope you found something
of interest. Take care of each other and have a great
week. Has anyone noticed how close the end of January
is ? Time sure gets away. Love and best wishes to you
all. Cheers, Merle.

Post 401 ~ ~ ~ Monday, 28th January, 2008.
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