What was the last wedding you went to? Were you in the wedding?
Michelle & Andy's wedding last April. Michelle is the daughter of some of our closest friends and it was wonderful time and no I was not in the wedding.
What was your favorite road-trip of all time?
Submitted by bodhibound.
A trip my wife & I took to a few years ago to Victoria Island, BC. We started in the Bay Area, went to Seattle, then drove up to Vancouver and "accidentally" ended up in the line for the ferry to Victoria. From there we went back to Washington and visited with some friends in Yakima. All in all a very wonderful time.
Defined. From Wikipedia
Good: “Entia non sunt multiplicanda praeter necessitatem”
Better: “Entities should not be multiplied beyond necessity”
Best: "All things being equal, the simplest solution tends to be the best one"
Did you see the Harry Potter movie this weekend? Are you going to read the new book?
Not interested at in in any thing having to do with Harry Potter. Why would I?
I do not know from where this story originates. If it is yours and you hold the copyright, please contact me. I would love to have permission to post it. Until then: enjoy!
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Red Marbles
Years ago I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.
Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.
"Hello Barry, how are you today?"
"H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure look good."
"They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?"
"Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time."
"Good. Anything I can help you with?"
"No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas."
"Would you like to take some home?" asked Mr. Miller.
"No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with."
"Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?"
"All I got's my prize marble here."
"Is that right? Let me see it" said Miller.
"Here 'tis. She's a dandy."
"I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?" the store owner asked.
"Not zackley but almost."
"Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble", Mr. Miller told the boy.
"Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller."
Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, "There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one,
when they come on their next trip to the store."
I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man.
A short time later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles.
Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one.
Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died.
They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words
of comfort we could.
Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts... all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and
smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped
briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.
Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand
and led me to the casket.
"Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim "traded" them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size, they came to
pay their debt."
"We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world," she confided, "but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho."
With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband.
Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.
The Moral: We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds.
Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath.
Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles ~
- A fresh pot off coffee you didn't make yourself.
- An unexpected phone call from an old friend.
- Green stoplights on your way to work.
- The fastest line at the grocery store.
- A good sing-along song on the radio.
- Your keys found right where you left them.
Send this to the people you'll never forget. I just did...
If you don't send it to anyone, it means you are in way too much of a hurry
to even notice the ordinary miracles when they occur.
It's Not What You Gather, But What You Scatter That Tells What Kind Of Life You Have Lived!
If you read this and are touched...here is your commission:
Be blessed & be a blessing this evening.
How many email addresses do you have? What are they for?
Submitted by clippedwings.
4. One for work, one for friends, one for subscribing to websites & one for eBay,
I just read this: Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid said Thursday the war in Iraq is "lost," triggering an angry backlash by Republicans, who said the top Democrat had turned his back on the troops. (c) Associated Press.
Does the Senator take any responsibility for his words? Does he have a clue that making remarks such as this undermines the work that the troops are doing and would certainly give "comfort" to our enemy, in letting them know that one of our leaders is willing to "give up".
I'm surprised that not only are Republicans upset with these words, but Democrats should be concerned with this sort of loose talk. In fact, the news media should be up in arms regarding these words as well.
How do you handle phone calls from telemarketers?
Polite, firm and no more than 30 seconds. I also remind them that I am on the do not call list and I have now officially logged their call in a notebook that I keep by the phone.
I've started another blog to chronicle the new adventure that I will be going on.
In May I will be heading to Romania with a group of 30-35 people to assist in finishing a building and a couple of apartments for Caminul Felix, an orphanage in Romania. I invite you to subscribe to that blog to see pictures and updates on our progress toward that goal.
Check out Romania2007 today!
What's the best thing since sliced bread?
I'm gonna go with Carmen's hot link lunch with the hot BBQ sauce. Man, nothing better than that.
