Tuesday, September 05, 2006


I really dispize the rain,,,I hear it ...Gentley it falls apoun the roof,,and puts you in a mellow mood--no racing to get to the garden and pluck the weeds that have overgrown within your space . Not sure if the day is a Blessing or a Curse. Fall is approaching and I fight it every step of the freaking way. Sure it is pretty in its own way.....but not my favorite cup of tea. Guess I am a summer or winter person. Spring is nice....but fall is my least favorite season----Perhaps because you really don't know how to dress----you still want to be in your shorts and skippy tank top...and dread putting on the sweaters that make you look fat. Grant it the fat people are out there glad to put on the sweaters because in their heads they think they look better. And Your tan faids----Yikes I'm really a white chick. Today I made {J} drive out to work and bring me my bronzing lotion. After the what the "Fuk you need that for,,,And a price later I got it. But the stuff really makes your skin look better. Today was sorta a "Martha Stewart " type of day. Got up early----paper work done,,ugh. Then whipped up a Quiche--cucumber salad---peachpie--garlic greenbeens---Baked Pollock Fillet,,,W/Seedless tomatoe and Herb Encrusted>>>>All my own recipe's,,,We were having her nephew and great nephew over for brunch. All went great. They loved the food. I really should have been a Chief. I love to do creative cooking. And would have opened my own place,,,,But being the creative soul that I can be---If I didn't feel like it that day,,place would be closed. But I am sure I could give Martha Or Rachel Ray a race for the money and come out ahead...Humm all in good time,,,or another life,,Right now I am beat. Mrs. C kept me up a lot last night,,,I never did get to hit the Rem's,,,And kinda thinking that is not gonna happen again tonight---Thursdays having my procedure done,,OUCH and then taking 5 days off,,,hitting the beach,,,,cause in my Blondie polish head Summer is still here!!!! HAPPY TRAILS!!##############################COWBOYS>>>>cowboy shifts his >>>>>>>>> Three strangers strike up a conversation in the airport passenger lounge>>> in>>> Bozeman, Montana, awaiting their flights. One passenger is an American>>> Indian passing through from Lame Deer. Another is a Cowboy on his way to>>>>>> Billings for a livestock show. The third passenger is a fundamentalist>>> Arab>>> student, newly arrived at Montana State University from the Middle East.>>>>>> Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon, the two>>> Westerners>>> learn that the Arab is a devout, radical Muslim and the conversation>>> falls>>> into an uneasy lull. The cowboy leans back in his chair, crosses his>>> boots>>> on a magazine table and tips his big sweat-stained hat forward over his>>> face.>>>>>> The wind outside is blowing tumbleweeds around, and the old windsock is>>> flapping; but still no plane comes. Finally, the American Indian clears>>> his>>> throat and softly he speaks. "At one time here, my people were many, but>>>>>> sadly, now we are few.">>>>>> The Muslim student raises an eyebrow and leans forward, "Once my people>>> were>>> few," he sneers, "and now we are many. Why do you suppose that is?">>>>>> The Montana toothpick to one side of his mouth and>>> from>>> the darkness beneath his Stetson says in a drawl, "That's 'cause we>>> ain't>>> played Cowboys and Muslims yet, but I do believe it's a-comin'."#########################################################Too Busy for a Friend... space between each name.Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers. That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much." were most of the comments.No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. SOne day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a he never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.Several years later, one of the students was killed in Viet Nam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded yes. Then he said, "Mark talked about you a lot."After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher."We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him."Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home."Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.""I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary."Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group "I carry this with me at all times," Vicki said and without batting an eyelash. She continued, "I think we all saved our lists."That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.

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