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Somebody Loves You! Goodnight…

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somebody is very proud of you.
-somebody is thinking of you.
-somebody is caring about you.
-somebody misses you.
-somebody wants to talk to you.
-somebody wants to be with you.
-somebody hopes you aren’t in trouble.
-somebody is thankful for the support you have provided.
-somebody wants to hold your hand.
-somebody hopes everything turns out all right.
-somebody wants you to be happy.
-somebody wants you to find him/her.
-somebody is celebrating your successes.
-somebody wants to give you a gift.
-somebody thinks that you ARE a gift.
-somebody hopes you’re not too cold, or too hot
-somebody wants to hug you.
-somebody loves you.
-somebody admires your strength.
-somebody is thinking of you and smiling.
-somebody wants to be your shoulder to cry on.
-somebody wants to go out with you and have a lot of fun.
-somebody thinks the world of you.
-somebody wants to protect you.
-somebody would do anything for you.
-somebody wants to be forgiven.
-somebody is grateful for your forgiveness.
-somebody wants to laugh with you.
-somebody remembers you and wishes that you were there.
-somebody is praising God for you.
-somebody needs to know that your love is unconditional.
-somebody values your advice.
-somebody wants to tell you how much they care.
-somebody wants to share their dreams with you.
-somebody wants to hold you in their arms.
-somebody wants YOU to hold them in your arms.
-somebody treasures your spirit.
-somebody wishes they could STOP time because of you.
-somebody praises God for your friendship and love.
-somebody can’t wait to see you.
-somebody loves you for who you are.
-somebody loves the way you make them feel.
-somebody wants to be with you.
-somebody wants you to know they are there for you.
-somebody’s glad that you’re his/her friend.
-somebody wants to be your friend.
-somebody stayed up all night thinking about you.
-somebody is alive because of you.
-somebody is wishing that you noticed him/her.
-somebody wants to get to know you better.
-somebody wants to be near you.
-somebody misses your advice/guidance.
-somebody has faith in you.
-somebody trusts you.
-somebody needs you to send them this letter
-somebody needs your support.
-somebody needs you to have faith in them.
-somebody will cry when they read this.
-somebody needs you to let them be your friend.
-somebody hears a song that reminds them of you.

 

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This has always brought me comfort in times when I have felt alone. I am so thankful for all of the people in my life and all of the memories we share and cherish, knowing that each day could be our last, no one should ever feel alone and we need to remember to tell our friends and loved ones how much they mean to us and that we are always there for them!

 

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 I am so thankful for my family! Today we went over to my sisters house to celebrate my niece/Goddaughters 19th Birthday and my daughter turns 15 on Monday. I was so tired I fell asleep right after I filled my belly with chili because I started my new job today and was up at 3am…when I got home I threw up and had to lay back down but all I could think about was all the love in that house and how fast children grow up, afterall it seems like just yesterday when I myself was turning 15 and at 19 was pregnant with my now 17 year old son. I thank God for my family, my sobriety, and for the love that surrounds us each day as we go our separate ways!

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 If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back,

a roof overhead and a place to sleep… you are richer than
75% of this world.

f you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare
change in a dish someplace… you are among the top 8% of
the world’s wealthy.

If you woke up this morning with more health than
illness… you are more blessed than the million who will
not survive this week.

If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the
loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the
pangs of starvation… you are ahead of 500 million people
in the world.

If you can attend a church meeting without fear of
harassment, arrest, torture, or death… you are more
blessed than three billion people in the world.

If your parents are still alive and still married… you
are very rare, even in the United States.

If you hold up your head with a smile on your face and are
truly thankful… you are blessed because the majority can,
but most do not.

If you can hold someone’s hand, hug them or even touch them
on the shoulder… you are blessed because you can offer
healing touch.

If you can read this message, you just received a double
blessing in that someone was thinking of you, and
furthermore, you are more blessed than over two billion
people in the world that cannot read at all.

Have a good day, COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS, and
pass this along to remind everyone else how blessed we all are.

 

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Happy Birthday Girls!

Which are you? A Reason, a season or a lifetime…

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People always come into your life for a reason, a season and a lifetime.

When you figure out which it is, you know exactly what to do.

When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed outwardly or inwardly.

They have come to assist you through a difficulty, or to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or even spiritually.

They may seem like a godsend to you, and they are. They are there for a reason,you need them to be.

Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end.

Sometimes they die, Sometimes they just walk away. Sometimes they act up or out and force you to take a stand.

What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilleed; their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and it is now time to move on.

When people come into your life for a SEASON, it is because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn.

They may bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done.

They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season. And like Spring turns to Summer and Summer to Fall, the season eventually ends.

LIFETIME, relationships teach you a lifetime of lessons; those things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation.

Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person/people (anyway);, and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas in your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant. Thank you for being part of my life…..

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I am Thankful

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I am thankful…For the teenager who is complaining about doing dishes
because that means she is at home & not on the streets.

For the taxes that I pay, because it means that I am employed.

For the mess to clean after a party, because it means
that I have been surrounded by friends.

For the clothes that fit a little too snug, because it
means I have enough to eat.

For my shadow that watches me work, because
it means I am out in the sunshine.

For a lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning,
and gutters that need fixing, because it means I have a home.

For all the complaining I hear about the government,
because it means that we have freedom of speech.

For the parking spot I find at the far end of the parking lot,
because it means I am capable of walking and that I have
been blessed with transportation.


For my huge heating bill, because it means I am warm.

For the lady behind me in church that sings off key,
because it means that I can hear.

For the pile of laundry and ironing, because it
means I have clothes to wear.

For weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day,
because it means I have been capable of working hard.

For the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours,
because it means that I am alive.

And finally…….for too much e-mail, because it means
I have friends who are thinking of me.

 

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Seeking You

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The moment I heard my first love story I began seeking you,
not realizing the search was useless.
Lovers don’t meet somewhere along the way.
They’re in one another’s souls from the beginning.

Rumi
(1207-1273)

I Loved You Best of All

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Before we met, you and I were halves unjoined except in the wide
rivers of our minds.  We were each other’s distant shore, the
opposite wings of a bird, the other half of a seashell.  We did not
know the other then, did not know our determination to keep alive
the cry of one riverbank to the other.  We were apart, yet connected
in our ignorance of each other, like two apples sharing a common
tree.  Remember?
 
I knew you existed long before you understood my desire to join my
freedom to yours.  Our paths collided long enough for our indecision
to be swallowed up by the greater need of love.  When you came to me,
the sun surged towards the earth and moon escaped from darkness to
bless the union of two spirits, so alike that the creator had designed them
for life’s endless circle.  Beloved partner, keeper of my heart’s odd secrets,
clothed in summer blossoms so the icy hand of winter never touches us.
I thank your patience.  Our joining is like a tree to earth,
a cloud to sky and even more.  We are the reason the world can laugh
on its battlefields and rise from the ashes of its selfishness to hear me say,
in this time, this place, this way – I loved you best of all.

By The Seaside

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As we stand beside the ocean tide,
may our love always be as constant and unchanging
as these never-ending waves that pour beneath our feet,
flowing endlessly from the depths of the sea;
your love came softly upon my heart,
just as the foam comes softly upon the sand,
and just as there will never be a morning
without the ocean’s flow,
so there will never be a day
without my love for you.
I pledge myself to you this day.
Our love will be as unchanging
and dependable as the tide;
as these waters nourish the earth
and sustain life, may my constant devotion
nourish and sustain you
until the end of time.

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The Meanest Mother
By Bobbie Pingaro, ©1967

 

I had the meanest mother in the whole world.

While other kids ate candy for breakfast, I had to have cereal, eggs or toast. When others had cokes and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich. As you can guess, my supper was different than the other kids’ also.

But at least, I wasn’t alone in my sufferings. My sister and two brothers had the same mean mother as I did.

My mother insisted upon knowing where we were at all times. You’d think we were on a chain gang. She had to know who our friends were and where we were going. She insisted if we said we’d be gone an hour, that we be gone one hour or less–not one hour and one minute. I am nearly ashamed to admit it, but she actually struck us. Not once, but each time we had a mind of our own and did as we pleased. That poor belt was used more on our seats than it was to hold up Daddy’s pants. Can you imagine someone actually hitting a child just because he disobeyed? Now you can begin to see how mean she really was.

We had to wear clean clothes and take a bath. The other kids always wore their clothes for days. We reached the height of insults because she made our clothes herself, just to save money. Why, oh why, did we have to have a mother who made us feel different from our friends?

The worst is yet to come. We had to be in bed by nine each night and up at eight the next morning. We couldn’t sleep till noon like our friends. So while they slept-my mother actually had the nerve to break the child-labor law. She made us work. We had to wash dishes, make beds, learn to cook and all sorts of cruel things. I believe she laid awake at night thinking up mean things to do to us.

She always insisted upon us telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, even if it killed us- and it nearly did.

By the time we were teen-agers, she was much wiser, and our life became even more unbearable. None of this tooting the horn of a car for us to come running. She embarrassed us to no end by making our dates and friends come to the door to get us. If I spent the night with a girlfriend, can you imagine she checked on me to see if I were really there. I never had the chance to elope to Mexico. That is if I’d had a boyfriend to elope with. I forgot to mention, while my friends were dating at the mature age of 12 and 13, my old fashioned mother refused to let me date until the age of 15 and 16. Fifteen, that is, if you dated only to go to a school function. And that was maybe twice a year.

Through the years, things didn’t improve a bit. We could not lie in bed, “sick” like our friends did, and miss school. If our friends had a toe ache, a hang nail or serious ailment, they could stay home from school. Our marks in school had to be up to par. Our friends’ report cards had beautiful colors on them, black for passing, red for failing. My mother being as different as she was, would settle for nothing less than ugly black marks.

As the years rolled by, first one and then the other of us was put to shame. We were graduated from high school. With our mother behind us, talking, hitting and demanding respect, none of us was allowed the pleasure of being a drop-out.

My mother was a complete failure as a mother. Out of four children, a couple of us attained some higher education. None of us have ever been arrested, divorced or beaten his mate. Each of my brothers served his time in the service of this country. And whom do we have to blame for the terrible way we turned out? You’re right, our mean mother. Look at the things we missed. We never got to march in a protest parade, nor to take part in a riot, burn draft cards, and a million and one other things that our friends did. She forced us to grow up into God-fearing, educated, honest adults.

Using this as a background, I am trying to raise my three children. I stand a little taller and I am filled with pride when my children call me mean. Because, you see, I thank God, He gave me the meanest mother in the whole world.

 

The Meanest Mot…

The day the sky fell in…

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The lightning crashed as her feet hit the floor, her shattered heart was pounding, for it could take no more.

Her screams awoke her babies, who slept soundly in their beds, too upset to hold them, she pushed away instead.

After the morning rain came the October  snow and as the fog set in, her heart began to know.

Tho not much like him, she had to mimic her Daddy’s will,
And let a numbness take over, a hollowness for which there was no pill.

So the Baby called Big Sister, who couldn’t even speak, they had to get to Denver, for a funeral  that week.

Baby looked to heaven and said a silent prayer, “Mama can you hear me? Is anybody there? Is Big Brother with you? I just don’t understand and I really need somebody to firmly take my hand!”

From heavan to her heart she heard a voice she knew “It’s time to hold their’s baby, it’s time to let them thru!

Your Brothers still beside you and we’ll always be right here, but the rest of the family needs you, to love and hold them near…

God gave you this numbness and the strength to ride out this storm. But it’s up to you to stand together and find a whole new norm.”

ARCK 10-23-03

Little Feat without Uncle Richie

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So yes I am a Hayward and grew up with Little Feats music in my soul. My uncle, their founding drummer, lost his fight w cancer two years ago August 12th and it broke our family’s hearts. We who had already been thru so much by losing my mom to pancreatic cancer and my brother four months later because some dumbass didn’t look in the hole before he filled it in on a construction site (yes it really happened and its beyond stupid) and buried him alive w a ten day old baby at home and then my cousin Sevvy got into a very bad car accident leaving him w a case of shaken baby syndrome at 19…have had more than our share of heartache…so for the past decade I thought God just hated me but the music of my childhood along w my children’s faith and love sustained me. Last Wednesday my 14yr old and I went to see Feat play in Iowa City and I am pretty sure that is the last concert of theirs I will ever attend. Not only are they slowing down but they in no way recognized my Uncles tribute to the band. Like w the song Willing after he died Paul always mentioned him and this time there was nothing…a part of my childhood died in that theater Wed and I have decided that old school Feat is all I can take from now on. With Gabe Ford behind the drums its now for me like watching a cover band play my favorite songs and just not quite cutting it! So this is yet another lesson in tolerance for me and time to branch out a bit more musically. I’m really loving the new song by FUN called Some Nights and am gonna keep exploring the newer groups…RIP Uncle Richie and Feat along w you,  I’m sorry but I have to let you both go in order for me to move on.