Monday, June 28, 2010

Words To Live By

This has been circulating via email now for years. The original pics were adorable but in order to not be guilty of breaking any copyright laws I substituted the pics with ones of my own grandkids!  And I must say, they are just as adorable if not more. LOL

A sharp tongue can cut my own throat.

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 If I want my dreams to come true, I mustn't oversleep.

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 Of all the things I wear, my expression is the most important.

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 The best vitamin for making friends.... B1.

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  The happiness of my life depends on the quality of my thoughts.

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The heaviest thing I can carry is a grudge.

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One thing I can give and still keep...is my word.

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 I lie the loudest when I lie to myself.

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Ideas won't work unless ' I ' do.

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My mind is like a parachute...it functions only when open.

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If I lack the courage to start, I have already finished.

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The pursuit of happiness is the chase of a lifetime!

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It is never too late to become what I might have been.  (This is my motto!)

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One thing I can't recycle is wasted time.

Friends are like balloons; once you let them go, you might not get them back.

Sometimes we get so busy with our own lives and problems that we may not even notice that we've let them fly away.

Sometimes we are so caught up in who's right and who's wrong that we forget what's right and wrong.

Sometimes we just don't realize what real friendship means until it is too late.

I don't want to let that happen so I'll tie you to my heart to never lose you.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

The Baggy Yellow Shirt by Patricia Lorenz

Used with permission of the author

The baggy yellow shirt had long sleeves, four extra-large pockets trimmed in black thread and snaps up the front. It was faded from years of wear, but still in decent shape. I found it in 1963 when I was home from college on Christmas break, rummaging through bags of clothes Mom intended to give away. "You're not taking that old thing, are you?" Mom said when she saw me packing the yellow shirt. "I wore that when I was pregnant with your brother in 1954!"

"It's just the thing to wear over my clothes during art class, Mom. Thanks!" I slipped it into my suitcase before she could object. The yellow shirt became a part of my college wardrobe. I loved it. After graduation, I wore the shirt the day I moved into my new apartment and on Saturday mornings when I cleaned.

The next year, I married. When I became pregnant, I wore the yellow shirt during big-belly days. I missed Mom and the rest of my family, since we were in Colorado and they were in Illinois. But that shirt helped. I smiled, remembering that Mother had worn it when she was pregnant, 15 years earlier. That Christmas, mindful of the warm feelings the shirt had given me, I patched one elbow, wrapped it in holiday paper and sent it to Mom. When Mom wrote to thank me for her "real" gifts, she said the yellow shirt was lovely. She never mentioned it again.

The next year, my husband, daughter and I stopped at Mom and Dad's to pick up some furniture. Days later, when we uncrated the kitchen table, I noticed something yellow taped to its bottom. The shirt!

And so the pattern was set.

On our next visit home, I secretly placed the shirt under Mom and Dad's mattress. I don't know how long it took for her to find it, but almost two years passed before I discovered it under the base of our living-room floor lamp. the yellow shirt was just what I needed now while refinishing furniture. The walnut stains added character.
In 1975 my husband and I divorced. With my three children, I prepared to move back to Illinois. As I packed, a deep depression overtook me. I wondered if I could make it on my own. I wondered if I would find a job. I paged through the Bible, looking for comfort. In Ephesians, I read, "So use every piece of God's armor to resist the enemy whenever he attacks, and when it is all over, you will be standing up."

I tried to picture myself wearing God's armor, but all I saw was me wearing the stained yellow shirt. Slowly, it dawned on me. Wasn't my mother's love a piece of God's armor? My courage was renewed.

Unpacking in our new home, I knew I had to get the shirt back to Mother. The next time I visited her, I tucked it in her bottom dresser drawer.

Meanwhile, I found a good job at a radio station. A year later I discovered the yellow shirt hidden in a rag bag in my cleaning closet. Something new had been added. Embroidered in bright green across the breast pocket were the words "I BELONG TO PAT."

Not to be outdone, I got out my own embroidery materials and added an apostrophe and seven more letters. Now the shirt proudly proclaimed, " BELONG TO PAT'S MOTHER." But I didn't stop there. I zig-zagged all the frayed seams, then had a friend mail the shirt in a fancy box to Mom from Arlington, VA. We enclosed an official looking letter from "The Institute for the Destitute," announcing that she was the recipient of an award for good deeds. I would have given anything to see Mom's face when she opened the box. But, of course, she never mentioned it.

Two years later, in 1978, I remarried. the day of our wedding, Harold and I put our car in a friend's garage to avoid practical jokers. After the wedding, while my husband drove us to our honeymoon suite, I reached for a pillow in the car to rest my head. It felt lumpy. I unzipped the case and found, wrapped in wedding paper, the yellow shirt. Inside a pocket was a note: "Read John 14:27-29. I love you both, Mother."

That night I paged through the Bible in a hotel room and found the verses: "I am leaving you with a gift: peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give isn't fragile like the peace the world gives. So don't be troubled or afraid. Remember what I told you: I am going away, but I will come back to you again. If you really love me, you will be very happy for me, for now I can go to the Father, who is greater than I am. I have told you these things before they happen so that when they do, you will believe in me."

The shirt was Mother's final gift. She had known for three months that she had terminal Lou Gehrig's disease. Mother died the following year at age 57.

I was tempted to send the yellow shirt with her to her grave. But I'm glad I didn't, because it is a vivid reminder of the love-filled game she and I played for 16 years. Besides, my older daughter is in college now, majoring in art. And every art student needs a baggy yellow shirt with big pockets to wear to art class.

Patricia Lorenz

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Patricia Lorenz is an internationally-known inspirational, art-of-living writer and speaker and the author of twelve books:

Patricia is one of the top contributing writers in the country to the Chicken Soup for the Soul books with stories in over 50 of the Chicken Soup books so far as well as being co-author for three of them. She's had over 400 articles published in numerous magazines and newspapers; is a contributing writer for nineteen Daily Guideposts books; four dozen anthologies; and an award-winning newspaper columnist.  Patricia raised two daughters and two sons in Wisconsin as a single parent, and now lives in Florida, where she loves her empty nest and the freedom to follow her dreams while she's still awake.  You can visit her website at: http://www.patricialorenz.com/ or email Patricia at: patricialorenz@juno.com

Monday, June 21, 2010

A Hug Certificate for You!

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If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you
And share with you its beauty
On the days you're feeling blue.

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If I could build a mountain
You could call your very own;
A place to find serenity,
A place to be alone.

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If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea,
But all these things I'm finding
Are impossible for me.

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I cannot build a mountain
Or catch a rainbow fair,
But let me be what I know best,
A friend who's always there.

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This is a Hug Certificate!!!

Life is a coin, you can spend it anyway you wish, but you can only spend it once.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

2nd Verse to the 'Star Spangled Banner'

This gave me chills and brought tears to my eyes. I'm proud to be an American!



Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav’n rescued land
Praise the Power that has made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust.”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Human Statue of Liberty

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This is INCREDIBLE! The picture was taken in 1918. It is 18,000 men preparing for war in a training camp at Camp Dodge in Iowa. A gift from our grandfathers…

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