tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34369132011-06-06T16:47:17.148-07:00Fabulous FriendsLadies who teaFredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17490829617658248380noreply@blogger.comBlogger261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436913.post-1142039453722720532006-03-10T17:08:00.000-08:002006-03-10T17:10:53.736-08:00SISTERS A young wife sat on a sofa on a hot humid day, drinking iced tea and visiting with her Mother. As they talked about life, about marriage, about the responsibilities of life and the obligations of adulthood, the mother clinked the ice cubes in her glass thoughtfully and turned a clear, sober glance upon her daughter. "Don't forget your Sisters," she advised, swirling the tea leavesGloriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769473706027484126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436913.post-1136430362036067552006-01-04T19:00:00.003-08:002006-01-04T19:06:02.036-08:00CHRISTMAS MESSAGEI just finished the household chores for the night and was preparing to go to bed, when I heard a noise in the front of the house. I opened the door to the front room and to my surprise, Santa himself stepped out from behind the Christmas tree.He placed his finger over his mouth so I would not cry out. "What are you doing?" I started to ask. The words choked up in my throat, and Gloriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769473706027484126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436913.post-1135641979349080712005-12-26T15:34:00.000-08:002005-12-26T16:06:19.393-08:00A Dads PoemHer hair was up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied with a bow.Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go.But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home.Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone.But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say. What to tell her classmatesof why he wasn't there today.But still her mother Gloriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769473706027484126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436913.post-1124018974236550532005-08-14T04:20:00.000-07:002005-08-14T04:29:34.243-07:00Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here, we might as well dance.15 Things You Probably Never Knew or Thought About1 . At least 5 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.4. A smile from you can bring happiness to Gloriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769473706027484126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436913.post-1120587041547128812005-07-05T11:08:00.000-07:002005-07-05T11:10:41.553-07:00"Love begins with a Smile, Grows with a Kiss and ends with a Tear"Gloriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769473706027484126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436913.post-1112388570390178642005-04-01T12:39:00.000-08:002005-04-01T12:49:30.393-08:00A woman named Emily renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk's office was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation. She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself."What I mean is," explained the recorder, "do you have a job, or are you just a ....?"Of course I have a job," snapped Emily. "I'm a Mom." "We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation... 'housewife' covers it," said the Gloriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769473706027484126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436913.post-1110484751869757642005-03-10T08:39:00.000-08:002005-03-10T11:59:11.873-08:00IF 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 earthwould 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 itmelted in storage.I would have talked less and listened more.I would have invited friends over Gloriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769473706027484126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436913.post-1109454663716521912005-02-26T13:50:00.001-08:002005-02-26T13:51:03.720-08:00You can learn many things from children. How much patience you have, for instance. The universe is not rich enough to buy the vote of an honest man. Be grateful for the home you have, knowing that at this moment, all you have is all you need. In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty. How many famous and high-spirited Gloriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769473706027484126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436913.post-1109454662620207802005-02-26T13:50:00.000-08:002005-02-26T13:51:02.623-08:00You can learn many things from children. How much patience you have, for instance. The universe is not rich enough to buy the vote of an honest man. Be grateful for the home you have, knowing that at this moment, all you have is all you need. In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty. How many famous and high-spirited Gloriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769473706027484126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436913.post-1107718414503862982005-02-06T11:27:00.000-08:002005-02-06T11:33:34.503-08:00To all my "Fabulous Friends"
Words from Audrey Hepburn
For attractive lips, speak words of kindness. For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. For beautiful hair, let a child run his/her fingers through it once a day. For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone. People, even more than things, have to be restored, Gloriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769473706027484126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436913.post-1105053686646514132005-01-06T13:24:00.000-08:002005-01-06T15:21:26.646-08:00History Lesson
Courtesy of a Sister Red Hatter
The information below is, for the most part, historically accurate. The exceptions:
(1) Pierre L'Enfant's design for the District of Columbia included an equestrian monument to George Washington located further to the east of the current location of the Washington Monument. Use of that location would have resulted in a "+" shape instead of the Gloriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769473706027484126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436913.post-1102164170362174042004-12-04T04:39:00.000-08:002004-12-04T04:42:50.363-08:00A CHRISTMAS TRADITION
One particular Christmas season a long time ago, Santa was getting
ready for his annual trip, but there were problems everywhere. Four of
his elves got sick, and the trainee elves did not produce the toys as
fast as the regular ones, so Santa was beginning to feel the pressure
of being behind schedule.
Then Mrs. Claus told Santa that her mom was coming to visit. ThisGloriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769473706027484126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436913.post-1100828777958884142004-11-18T17:26:00.000-08:002004-11-18T17:46:17.960-08:00True Thanksgiving
From "Simple Abundance" by Sarah Ban Breathnach
"The turkey is in the oven, filling the air with the fragrance of anticipation, and my heart is glad. The pies are cooling on the rack, overflowing with the fruits of the earth, and my heart is full. Conversation, companionship, and conviviality transform the rooms of this beloved home, and my heart is at peace.
Soon, dear ones Gloriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769473706027484126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436913.post-1099786491890636052004-11-06T16:04:00.000-08:002004-11-06T16:14:51.890-08:00If God Should Go On Strike
How good it is that God above has never gone on strike,
Because He was not treated fair in things He didn't like.
If only once, He'd given up and said, "That's it. I'm through!
I've had enough of those on Earth, so this is what I'll do:
I'll give My orders to the sun - cut off the heat supply!
And to the moon - give no more light, and run the oceans dry.
Then just to Gloriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769473706027484126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436913.post-1098406226297630742004-10-21T17:48:00.000-07:002004-10-21T17:50:26.296-07:00George Carlin's Views on Aging
Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions.
"How old are you?" "I'm four and a half!" You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half, going on five!
That's the key.
You get into your teens, now they can't hold Gloriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769473706027484126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436913.post-1097944613490553592004-10-16T08:56:00.000-07:002004-10-16T09:36:53.490-07:00To my friends and all who may read this.
God sends his love by way of our friends.
Angels hear even the smallest prayers--
the ones we whisper with our hearts.
When angels whisper it's like a gentle prayer
lifted up to heaven, to keep us in God's care.
A heart that is open to love
can hear the songs of the angels.
Angels have wings to lift up your dreams.
Prayer is taking our troubles to Gloriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769473706027484126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436913.post-1095174510884950712004-09-14T07:56:00.000-07:002004-09-14T08:15:01.513-07:00I wanted to note this on our website in memory of a friend of mine. A very dear man who passed away just recently. He wrote this during his time in Vietnam and I found it so fitting for our people today.
REACH OUT FOR AMERICA
America is the only country,
blessed with freedom,
beyond all men's imagination,
all her people should love, and adore her,
reach out and caress her,
you have the freedomGloriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769473706027484126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436913.post-1092861320719467832004-08-18T13:09:00.000-07:002004-08-18T13:35:20.720-07:00When God Created Mothers...
When the good Lord was creating mothers He was into His sixth day of overtime when the angel appeared and said, "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."
And the Lord said, "Have you read the specs on this order?"
She has to be completely washable, but not plastic;
Have 180 movable parts...all replaceable;
Run on black coffee and leftovers;
Have a lap Gloriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769473706027484126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436913.post-1079917769263651252004-03-21T17:09:00.000-08:002004-03-21T17:11:56.780-08:00Cherish all your happy moments: they make a fine cushion for old age.Gloriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769473706027484126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436913.post-1076031036881216312004-02-05T17:30:00.000-08:002004-02-05T17:32:19.153-08:00Thank you Mother for the gift of life you gave to me.
The Gift of Life
The gift of life is ours today
To mold and shape like blocks of clay.
Each day unveils an open door
That wasn't open there before.
The gift of life is ours today
To use before it ticks away
Like sand within an hourglass,
For this day too is soon to pass.
Our yesterdays have all been spent;
They can't be saved or sold or Gloriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769473706027484126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436913.post-1074695797987688482004-01-21T06:36:00.000-08:002004-01-21T06:38:04.780-08:00Winter's Return
Seasons come and seasons go--
Autumn leaves must fall.
The splendor of the earth gives way
To Winter's chilling call.
Birds flock to now-empty fields
And gather in bare trees
To leave the northern shores behind
Before the coming freeze.
The earth grows still, the earth grows cold,
Unyielding, wild winds roam.
Through the lingering twilight haze
Lights shine from every home.
Wood Gloriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769473706027484126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436913.post-1067909821283897292003-11-03T17:37:00.000-08:002003-11-03T17:36:59.566-08:00Yes, Virginia, There is a Santa Claus
The People’s Almanac, pp. 1358–9. (Originally published in The New York Sun in 1897.)
We take pleasure in answering thus prominently the communication below, expressing at the same time our great gratification that its faithful author is numbered among the friends of The Sun:
Dear Editor—
I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Gloriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769473706027484126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436913.post-932124212003-04-24T18:28:00.000-07:002003-04-24T18:28:48.700-07:00There are certain ladies in our land still living and still unafraid, whose hearts have known a lot of pain, whose eyes have shed so many tears, who welcomed pity with disdain, and view the fast encroaching years humorously and undismayed;
There are certain ladies in our land whose courage is too deeply bred to merit unreflecting praise. For them no easy, glib escape, no mystic hopes confuse Gloriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769473706027484126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436913.post-874212432003-01-14T07:43:00.000-08:002003-02-08T20:31:16.000-08:00Happy New Year!
For each of us I trust the bright spots during this year will shine like stars and the not-so-bright spots will polish up and begin to glow.
The holidays are such a wonderful time of year, so much excitement that circles around friends and family, sharing and caring. For those of you who may not have guessed, I love Christmas. It is a time that requires alot of work, alot of Gloriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769473706027484126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436913.post-789513242002-07-14T17:32:00.000-07:002002-07-14T17:41:31.000-07:00Well ladies, we are half way through this year. I shall reserve judgment on the entire year until it is entirely over. So far the year has been an interesting one filled with change and challenge. While our world continues to feel a bit uneasy, I think most of us have relaxed a little bit. We know the threats are out there, but we go on with our lives in a most normal way. That alone is a win forGloriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769473706027484126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436913.post-751474172002-04-07T19:08:00.000-07:002002-04-26T18:42:05.000-07:00Here we are embarking on another year. Where are the years going? It is a good thing we are getting younger and not older, isn't it?
2001 certainly brought some serious changes in our nation and to each one of us. I am sure there is something in all of our lives that we see differently now. When our first lady, Laura Bush, said her holiday prayer was for peace on earth, it sent a chilling Gloriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769473706027484126noreply@blogger.com