A place for random thoughts....

Why can I not sleep anymore? Used to go to bed right at 9:00 am during the week and now I am still wide awake. Guess I don't need as much beauty sleep anymore. :lol:

 

Vivian-love the avatar....very cute


Tassygirl! I am so glad you are back to work and feeling good.....it's time sister!!:cheers:

 

I have been having the very same problem for the last week or so. I'm so tired when I go to bed but then I just toss and turn. I feel like hell today.

 

i dance dance dance all the time....boys are use to it by now. but when i sing they say "MOM.....please stop singing!" LMAO!!! just makes me sing louder!!

duet michelle?

 

I was up until 1 AM!! :boxing:

I've had a hard time falling asleep also. Must be New Year's stress with so much to do.

 

DH would have grabbed a gun! :lol:

I"m glad you are feeling better!

 

9am, man that is early...:jester:
Sheri

 

Differences....I know its long but take the time to read

Two Choices:

What would you do? You make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there
isn't one. Read it anyway. The question is: Would you have made the same
choice?

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children,
the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be
forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated
staff, he offered a question: 'When not interfered with by outside
influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay,
cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other
children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?'

The audience was stilled by the query.

The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, physically
and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true
human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that
child.'

Then he told the following story:

Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were
playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?'
Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay
on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to
play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to
be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not
expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and
said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I
guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth
inning.'

Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a
team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in his
heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the
bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still
behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played
in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic
just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father
waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team
scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run
was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the
game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all
but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,
much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the
other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved
in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.
The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took
a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in,
Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could
have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and
that would have been the end of the game.

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first base man's head,
out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both team s
started yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life
had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the
baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath,
Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the
base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the
ball ... the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the
hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the
tag, but he understood the pitchers intentions so he, too, intentionally threw
the ball high and far over the third-base man's head. Shay ran toward third
base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.

All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'

Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by
turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
Shay, run to third!'

As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on
their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home,
stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and
won the game for his team.

'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his
face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and
humanity into this world'.

Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never
forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and
seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes through
the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about
life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely
through cyber space, but public discussion about decency is too often
suppressed in our schools and workplaces.

If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that
you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't
the 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. Well, the
person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all
have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the
'natural order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions
between two people present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of
love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a
little bit colder in the process?

A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least
fortunate amongst them.

 

Early riser on my end. Never sleep past 6:00 am but am usually up somewhere between 4 and 5:00 am. Comes from early morning sports practice with the teen also. We are up by 4 am and at the pool no later than 4:45 am for a morning practice.

Still cannot sleep....since so many responded maybe we can just have late night chats until all are bored and sleepy :jester:

Sherry

 

Good one R... There have been a couple cases in school that I had seen this happen one was on the Football field, it does warm the heart and puts things in perspective. Depending on your outlook in life.

 

Sherry - I think she meant that as a joke. You wrote that you went to bed at 9 am! That IS early! :jester:

 

The world would be a better place if we all follow this pattern.

 

Dumb arse on my end. Thanks for catching my stupidness....:jester:

How funny,
Sherry

 

Right on the money, show some compassion...

 

You like to stir stinky don't you man? :jester:

 

I thought that was YOUR job?:lol::jester:

 

What???

 

Don't what me . . .you know what I'm talking about. You little :twisted:.

:jester: :lol: :jester:

 

I REALLY think I have a reputation around here . . . :jester:

 

Whahoo!! I just locked in for a 30 year fixed refinance at 4.875%!!

Now...here's to hoping everything else turns out OK