A Wonderful Message by George Carlin

I borrowed this from a friend's blog who had borrowed it from a friend! I've read it before, but it is such a nice reminder. So, enjoy!

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years.

We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things. We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side. Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent. Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again. Give time to love , give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER: Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

The Art of Miscommunication!

"Hold it 'till you feel it rumblin'!"

This was the phrase my three-year-old ran down the hall shouting. Now, it may seem totally harmless if it wasn't for the surrounding circumstances....

My children were running shirtless up and down the hall, Superman tattoos in the middle of their chests, their screams and shouts the sounds of everyday excitement. Then I heard a sound out of the ordinary.

"Did someone toot?" I asked.

"It was me," says my first-born, starting to laugh and giggle. I just rolled my eyes at the display of a very male sense of humour.

"Do you need to go to the bathroom?"

"Nope," he replied and flew off down the hall.

My three year old followed close on his heels and without missing a beat shouted, "You gotta hold it till you feel it rumblin'!"

My jaw fell open and I started to laugh.....and laugh and laugh. Had he just said what I thought he said? "Honey, what did you say?"

He stops and looks at me strangely. "I sa-id, you gotta hold it till it's rumblin'."

"Rumblin'?"

"Yup."

By this time both my husband and I have tears in our eyes and can barely manage to control the laughter. Where did he think up that word? I wonder.

"You put your arms up," he continues, "like this....and when you feel it rumblin', you throw it off."

Then it dawned on me. He was talking about a Superman computer game where Superman catches falling objects and throws them away! Ahhh.

There's nothing like a little miscommunication!

Wash 'n Wear

You know how, when you're having company, and you're doing that last minute clean, you just grab armfuls of stuff and dump it in dark corners, closets or secret places? Well, I was doing a last minute clean job of my room and I grabbed all the dirty clothes on the floor and just dumped them into the laundry sorter. "I'll go back and go through those later," I thought to myself. Except, a week later and it's totally slipped my mind.

Today I'm doing laundry and I grab that load and dump it in the washer...I'm in a hurry. I go back to switch it to the dryer and I'm baffled by all these white paper/gel things all over the clothes. "What is this?" I'm thinking. It's definately got paper in it, but it's also full of little gel capsule thingys. I continue to remove the garments and give them a vicious shake to dispel the little white globs - this creates my own personal rain fall of goobers. Yuck! They're on my clothes, in my hair and down my shirt. Can you say "Gross!"

Finally I reach the end and there among the clothes sits a well-washed, mostly-destroyed pull-up. Now before you get too grossed out, I just want to say that the pull up was clean and dry before it went into the washer. My three-and-a-half year old has been trained for awhile and we only use pull-ups for extra assurance at bedtime.

Anyways, I can guarantee that if you wash a pull-up or diaper or such, you'll definately wear it!

Shotgun Blessings!

Have you ever had something great happen, but it happens so fast that, at the time, you feel like you're just trying to keep up? A sudden vacation that's planned, but leaves you scrambling to pack in one day? that new car you weren't expecting to get yet, but goes on sale? a house that you've been looking at that suddenly comes on the market? that business venture you had been pondering that all of a sudden takes off?

Okay, my thing isn't quite as big as those, but still left me spinning. Our pastor and his wife were getting rid of their four-year-old fridge, stove and microwave and I was needing new ones. Well, just the stove really. In the space of 2 minutes I was scrambling to empty my fridge and stove, pull them both out and vacuum and scrub the floors behind each. (I hadn't cleaned behind there since we moved in). At the time, I felt rushed to get things done with three kids who needed supper. I had no table (my fridge stuff was spread out on it) and hungry babes. I couldn't fully appreciate what a blessing this was turning out to be.

But now, I'm sitting back and looking at my "new" white stove, fridge and microwave and I'm thinking, "wow, this is great." And the best part is, the oven is self-cleaning! That is HUGE for me. I have a habit of boiling things over, both on the stove and in the oven! I call this a "Shotgun Blessing"!

Annoying Habits

I have these annoying habits that drive my husband crazy. I'm sure all of us have certain things we do that make our loved ones roll their eyes, or sigh in exasperation. Here's a few of mine:

• 1. I tell him to turn off the headlights on the van when we reach our destination. This may not seem like a big deal except for the fact that the van beeps to remind you. I always wait until the dinging starts and then say, "honey, headlights." Drives him nuts!
• 2. I am a night person. I get most of my ambition during the late hours; 10:00 hits and I start thinking it's time to clean out the spare bedroom and re-organize our closet! My dear hubby, a confirmed morning person, is stuck vacuuming, scrubbing floors and rearranging furniture until the late, or very early hours!
• 3. I'm an obsessive planner. If I have a job to do, I like to plan it down to the very minutest detail. I know the best route to the grocery store, friends' houses, parent's, church etc. It's either my way or, quite literally, the highway! LOL!
• 4. I like to think I'm adventurous when it comes to trying new things. In reality, I'm not. We'll go to a restaurant and I'll order some exotic sounding dish...then switch with my hubby after I take the first bite.
• 5. I'm a klutz. I walk around in my own world, oblivious to others around me. I've been known to walk into the broadside of a wall...in my own house! Hubby says he comes shopping with me just to protect the unsuspecting, innocent bystanders.

So fess up. What are some of your weird habits?

Excuse for not Blogging #3

I haven't the time today. I'm getting my nails done! And I'm cooking a big meal for friends.

What can I say? It's called priorities! LOL!

Guy Sight

Guy Sight - a condition that periodically affects the male gender when asked to retrieve, find or look for an item.

We've all heard of hindsight and the popular saying, "hindsight is 20/20," but I've found there to be this other phenomenon - guy sight. It's a condition in which a man or boy with perfect vision can temporarily be struck blind in certain situations - situations that may sound something like this....

"Sweetheart," hubby calls, "where's the cheese?"

"It's in the fridge," she answers.

"I don't see it."

"It's right inside the door on the top shelf."

Silence. "I can't find it," he calls.

She walks into the kitchen to find him standing in front of the open fridge door, staring blankly inside. She gently, or not so gently, moves him aside, slides open the little compartment on the fridge door marked "cheese" and calmly hands him the cheddar.

Hubby smiles. "Do we have any mayo?"

Sound familiar? And it's not only my hubby. I'm finding that my young sons are affected with this peculiar affliction as well. Like the other day, I asked my oldest son to go into his brother's room and bring me the brown boots.

"They're on the dresser," I say.

He walks down the hall and into the room. A few minutes later he returns. "Here, mom," he says and hands me the baby's slippers.

"No, honey, those aren't the boots. The boots are brown and they're on the dresser."

He looks at the slippers he's holding. "Oh." He disappears back down the hall. "I can't find them," he shouts.

From my vantage point I can see he's gone too far into the room. "Honey, that's the change table. I said they're on the dresser."

"Is this the dresser?"

"No, that's the floor. I said the dresser. Dresser!"

"Is this them?"

"No, that's a blue envelope. I said the brown boots!"

"These?" comes the innocent reply.

"Yes, those. Please bring them here....no, I need both of them!"

Anyone else have something like this happen?