We have to do something to save our forests,there' s a solution...aSh. ..

One Little Rose

I would rather have one little rose
From the garden of a friend,
Than to have the choicest flowers
When my stay on earth must end.

I would rather have one pleasant word
In kindness said to me,
Than flattery when the heart is still
And life has ceased to be.

I would rather have a loving smile
From friends I know are true,
Than tears shed round my casket
When this world I've bid adieu.

Bring me all your flowers today
Whether pink, or white, or red;
I'd rather have one blossom now
Than a truckload when I'm dead!
aSh

Makes you think ...

What really are my priorities in Life (on the subconscious level)???

There are five things going on simultaneously which need to be taken care of: 1. The telephone is ringing. 2. The baby is crying. 3. Someone knocks at the front door or rings the doorbell. 4. There is laundry hanging on the line and it begins to rain. 5. The water faucet in the kitchen is running. In what order do you take care of the problems? Jot down your order, and scroll down After you've made your decision. Don't cheat! Scroll Down! Here are the answers. Each of the items above represents a facet of your life. 1. The phone represents your job or career. 2. The baby represents your family. 3. The visitor represents your friends. 4. The laundry represents your sex life. 5. The running water represents money/wealth. Makes you think, right? How close did this test match your priorities in life?

25-12-07

Dear Darling Son and That Person You Married,

Merry Christmas to you and please don't worry. I'm just fine considering that I can't breath or eat. The important thing is that you have a nice holiday, thousands of miles away from your ailing mother. I've sent along my last $10.00 in this card. Which I hope you'll spend on my grandchildren. God knows their mother never buys them anything nice. They look so thin in their pictures, poor babies.

Thank you so much for the Christmas flowers, dear boy. I put them in the freezer so they'll stay fresh for my grave. Which reminds me--we buried Grandma last week. I know she died years ago, but I got a yearning for a good funeral so Aunt Viola and I dug her up and had the services all over again. I would have invited you but I know that woman you live with would have never let you come. I bet she's never even watched that videotape of my hemorrhoid surgery, has she?

Well son, it's time for me to crawl off to bed now. I lost my cane beating off muggers last week, but don't you worry about me. I'm getting used to the cold since they turned my heat off and am grateful because the frost on my bed numbs the constant pain. Now don't you even think about sending any more money because I know you need it for those expensive family vacations you take every year. Give my love to my darling grand-babies and my regards to whatever-her- name-is-- the one with the black roots who stole you screaming from my bosom.

Merry Christmas,

Love, Mom