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Ladies who tea

Thursday, March 10, 2005
IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER - by Erma Bombeck

(written after she found out she was dying from cancer).

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth
would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it
melted in storage.

I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was
stained, or the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried
much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the
fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his
youth.

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day
because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more
while watching life.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical,
wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished
every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the
only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now
go get washed up for dinner." There would have been more "I love you's."
More "I'm sorry's."

But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every
minute...look at it and really see it .. live it .and never give it
back. Stop sweating the small stuff.

Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing
what.

Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who do love
us.

Let's think about what God HAS blessed us with. And what we are doing
each day to promote ourselves mentally, physically, emotionally. I hope
you all have a blessed day.

Beautiful Women's Month

Age 3: She looks at herself and sees a Queen.

Age 8: She looks at herself and sees Cinderella.

Age 15: She looks at herself and sees an Ugly Sister (Mum I can't go to
school looking like this!)

Age 20: She looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too
tall, too straight/too curly"- but decides she's going out anyway.

Age 30: She looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too
tall, too straight/too curly" - but decides she doesn't have time to fix
it, so she's going out anyway.

Age 40: She looks at herself and sees "clean" and goes out anyway.

Age 50: She looks at herself and sees "I am" and goes wherever she wants
to go.

Age 60: She looks at herself and reminds herself of all the people who
can't even see themselves in the mirror anymore. Goes out and conquers
the world.

Age 70: She looks at herself &sees wisdom, laughter and ability, goes
out and enjoys life.

Age 80: Doesn't bother to look. Just puts on a purple hat and goes out
to have fun with the world.


Send this on to all the women you are grateful to have as friends. Maybe
we should all grab that purple hat earlier. Please send this to five phenomenal women today in celebration of Beautiful Women's Month. If you do, something good will happen: you will boost another woman's self esteem

Love Ruth

"True Friends are like diamonds, precious and rare...where as false friends are like autumn leaves, and are found everywhere"


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