Archive for September, 2006

Friendship

Posted in Just For Fun on September 23, 2006 by The Blonde

Friendship is like pissing your pants,

Everyone can see it,

but only you

can feel it’s true warmth.

Thank you  to all my friends and family

for being the

piss in my pants.  🙂

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For Danny

Posted in From The Heart on September 9, 2006 by The Blonde

This post is for Danny, even though he will probably never read it.  I read this poem yesterday and thought of him and the love that he recently lost. 

The Dash

By Linda Ellis

I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend.  He referred to the dates on her tombstone from the beginning…to the end.

He noted that first came the date of her birth and spoke of the following date with tears, but he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time that she spent alive on earth and now only those who loved her know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own, the cars, the house, the cash.  What matters is how we live and love and how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard;  Are there things you’d like to change?  For you never know how much time is left that can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough to consider what’s true and real and always try to understand the way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger and show appreciation more, and love the people in our lives like we’ve never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect and more often wear a smile, remembering that this special dash might only last a little while.

So when your eulogy is being read with your life’s actions to rehash would you be proud of the things they say about how you spent your dash?

Jersey Women

Posted in Just For Fun on September 8, 2006 by The Blonde

YOU GOTTA LOVE JERSEY WOMEN!!

A woman from New Jersey and another woman were seated side-by-side on an airplane. The woman from New Jersey, being friendly and all, said: “So, where are you from?”

The other woman said, “From a place where they know better than to use a preposition at the end of a sentence.

“The woman from New Jersey sat quietly for a moment and then replied:“So, where are you from, bitch?”