Monday, April 30, 2012
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Epic sax guy 10 hours
Who's in for the long run? :P
It's pretty chilly and nice and enjoyable, but you kinda feel stuck in time:P
- Jackson Kiddard
- I prayed for change, so I changed my mind.
- I prayed for guidance and learned to trust myself.
- I prayed for happiness and realized I am not my ego.
- I prayed for peace and learned to accept others unconditionally.
- I prayed for abundance and realized my doubt kept it out.
- I prayed for wealth and realized it is my health.
- I prayed for a miracle and realized I am the miracle.
- I prayed for a soul mate and realized I am the One.
- I prayed for love and realized it's always knocking, but I have to allow it in.
Dr. Benjamin Spock
The main source of good discipline is growing up in a
loving family, being loved and learning
to love in return.
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Tears Are Words The Heart Can’t Say
Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see Life with a clearer view again.
The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh - Samuel Beckett
Cry. Forgive. Learn. Move on. Let your tears water the seeds of your future happiness - Steve MaraboliPast mistakes cannot create a present pain; no mistake in life has the power to make us ache any more than the echo of someone crying can shed tears.If you choose to be sad then you will be sad but there times you don’t know why you’re sad. Tears start flowing from your eyes - Ann Marie Aguilar
Our tears are precious, necessary, and part of what make us such endearing creatures - David Richo
— Rachel Naomi Remen
“Perhaps the most important thing we bring to another person is the silence in us. Not the sort of silence that is filled with unspoken criticism or hard withdrawal. The sort of silence that is a place of refuge, of rest, of acceptance of someone as they are.”
Hope of First Love
I was never in love before that day
A feeling I never had met
So quick he had stolen my heart away
And I’m finding it hard to forget
That he looks at me
And instantly
My soul fills up
This must be love
I pray that he agrees
My heart has left it’s dwelling place
There’s no desire to return
And never before has a human face
So awakened my feelings to burn
Not once expected
Souls connected
Forever, dear
No, don’t leave me
feeling so forever rejected!
Thursday, April 26, 2012
~ Adam Osborne
The most valuable thing you can make is a mistake – you can’t learn anything from being perfect .
Paul Mallory
They told me the big black Lab’s name was Reggie, as I looked at him lying in his pen. The shelter was clean, no-kill, and the people really friendly. I’d only been in the area for six months, but everywhere I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open. Everyone waves when you pass them on the street.
But something was still missing as I attempted to settle in to my new life here, and I thought a dog couldn’t hurt. Give me someone to talk to. And I had just seen Reggie’s advertisement on the local news. The shelter said they had received numerous calls right after, but they said the people who had come down to see him just didn’t look like “Lab people,” whatever that meant. They must’ve thought I did.
But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me in giving me Reggie and his things, which consisted of a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were brand new tennis balls, his dishes and a sealed letter from his previous owner.
See, Reggie and I didn’t really hit it off when we got home. We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter told me to give him to adjust to his new home). Maybe it was the fact that I was trying to adjust, too.
Maybe we were too much alike.
I saw the sealed envelope. I had completely forgotten about that. “Okay, Reggie,” I said out loud, “let’s see if your previous owner has any advice.”
To Whomever Gets My Dog:I folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope. Sure, I had heard of Paul Mallory, everyone in town knew him, even new people like me. Local kid, killed in Iraq a few months ago and posthumously earning the Silver
Well, I can’t say that I’m happy you’re reading this, a letter I told the shelter could only be opened by Reggie’s new owner. I’m not even happy writing it. He knew something was different.
So let me tell you about my Lab in the hopes that it will help you bond with him and he with you.
First, he loves tennis balls. The more the merrier. Sometimes I think he’s part squirrel, the way he hoards them. He usually always has two in his mouth, and he tries to get a third in there. Hasn’t done it yet. Doesn’t
matter where you throw them, he’ll bound after them, so be careful. Don’t do it by any roads.
Next, commands. Reggie knows the obvious ones —-“sit,” “stay,” “come,” “heel.”
He knows hand signals, too: He knows “ball” and “food” and “bone” and “treat” like nobody’s business.
Feeding schedule: twice a day, regular store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand.
He’s up on his shots. Be forewarned: Reggie hates the vet. Good luck getting him in the car. I don’t know how he knows when it’s time to go to the vet, but he knows.
Finally, give him some time. It’s only been Reggie and me for his whole life. He’s gone everywhere with me, so please include him on your daily car rides if you can. He sits well in the backseat, and he doesn’t bark or complain. He just loves to be around people, and me most especially.
And that’s why I need to share one more bit of info with you…His name’s not Reggie. He’s a smart dog, he’ll get used to it and will respond to it, of that I have no doubt. But I just couldn’t bear to give them his real name. But if someone is reading this … well it means that his new owner should know his real name. His real name is “Tank.” Because, that is what I drive.
I told the shelter that they couldn’t make “Reggie” available for adoption until they received word from my company commander. You see, my parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could’ve left Tank with .. and it was my only real request of the Army upon my deployment to Iraq, that they make one phone call to the shelter … in the “event” … to tell them that Tank could be put up for adoption. Luckily, my CO is a dog-guy, too, and he knew where my platoon was headed. He said he’d do it personally. And if you’re reading this, then he made good on his word.
Tank has been my family for the last six years, almost as long as the Army has been my family. And now I hope and pray that you make him part of your family, too, and that he will adjust and come to love you the same way he
loved me.
If I have to give up Tank to keep those terrible people from coming to the US I am glad to have done so. He is my example of service and of love. I hope I honored him by my service to my country and comrades.
All right, that’s enough. I deploy this evening and have to drop this letter off at the shelter. Maybe I’ll peek in on him and see if he finally got that third tennis ball in his mouth.
Good luck with Tank. Give him a good home, and give him an extra kiss goodnight - every night - from me.
Thank you,
Paul Mallory
Star when he gave his life to save three buddies. Flags had been at half-mast all summer.
I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on my knees, staring at the dog.
“Hey, Tank,” I said quietly.
The dog’s head whipped up, his ears cocked and his eyes bright.
“C’mere boy.”
He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor. He sat in front of me, his head tilted, searching for the name he hadn’t heard in months. “Tank,” I whispered.
His tail swished.
I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each time, his ears lowered, his eyes softened, and his posture relaxed as a wave of contentment just seemed to flood him. I stroked his ears, rubbed his shoulders, buried my
face into his scruff and hugged him.
“It’s me now, Tank, just you and me. Your old pal gave you to me.” Tank reached up and licked my cheek.
“So whatdaya say we play some ball?” His ears perked again.
“Yeah? Ball? You like that? Ball?”
Tank tore from my hands and disappeared into the next room. And when he came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth.”
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Mr. & Mrs. Smith (2005)
“There’s this huge space between us, and it just keeps filling up with everything that we *don’t* say to each other. What’s that called?”
“Marriage.”
~ John Wooden
Talent is God given. Be humble. Fame is man-given. Be grateful. Conceit is self-given. Be careful.
Source Unknown
"We are each of us angels with only one wing,
to fly we need only embrace each other."
life as an adventure
"Do not stop thinking of life as an adventure. You have no security unless you can live bravely, excitingly, imaginatively; unless you can choose a challenge instead of competence."
-Eleanor Roosevelt
Happy Birthday dear K
Happy Birthday to You
Happy Birthday to You
Happy Birthday dear K
Happy Birthday to Youuu! :)
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
— Joel Osteen
“You must make a decision that you are going to move on. It won’t happen automatically. You will have to rise up and say, ‘I don’t care how hard this is, I don’t care how disappointed I am, I’m not going to let this get the best of me. I’m moving on with my life.”
Facts
There are three things the human brain cannot
resist noticing. They are
- food,
- attractive people and
- danger.
it might be time to stop standing and start walking.
If you can't figure out where you stand with someone, it might be time to stop standing and start walking.
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