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Posted on 07/01/2008 3:19:08 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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I listened to the waves
until something licked my ear!
LOL, oh, you Sailor you!
Perhaps I ruined my back at the beach..looking for shells , rocks, drift wood..LOL..My grandson found a shark egg and one could see the tiny shark in it..It just looked like seaweed at first glance. He was so excited! So was I.
I still have shells from several beaches...and a small 35 year old piece of driftwood from a lake cabin we had when the kids were young.
Such wonderful memories from when the kids were little.
Somethings we do not let go of for any reason.
I have a small glass filled with shells I pick up in while in Bon Aire`. Bits of coral washed and pounded smooth from dashing against the rocks, I and dug out of the sand one broken Conch shell which I packed and still have it today. Conchs are eaten there, I never tasted one. ;0)
Precious memories..I am not a packrat...but there are some things I pack carefully when moving that are just for the memories.
Don’t have too many shells. My favorite is the conch from Key West many years ago before the place got so commercial.
CHOCOLATE SINGS
One day I had a date for lunch with friends. Mae, a little old ‘blue hair’
about 80 years old, came along with them-—all in all, a pleasant bunch.
When the menus were presented, we ordered salads, sandwiches, and soups,
except for Mae who said, ‘Ice Cream, please. Two scoops, chocolate.’
I wasn’t sure my ears heard right, and the others were aghast.
‘Along with heated apple pie,’ Mae added, completely unabashed.
We tried to act quite nonchalant, as if people did this all the time.
But when our orders were brought out, I didn’t enjoy mine.
I couldn’t take my eyes off Mae as her pie a-la-mode went down.
The other ladies showed dismay. They ate their lunches silently and frowned.
The next time I went out to eat, I called and invited Mae.
I lunched on white meat tuna. She ordered a parfait.
I smiled. She asked if she amused me.
I answered, ‘Yes, you do, but also you confuse me.
How come you order rich desserts, while I feel I must be sensible?
She laughed and said, with wanton mirth, ‘I’m tasting all that’s Possible.
I try to eat the food I need, and do the things I should.
But life’s so short, my friend, I hate missing out on something good.
This year I realized how old I was. (She grinned) I haven’t been this old
before.’ ‘So, before I die, I’ve got to try those things that for years I had
ignored. I haven’t smelled all the flowers yet. There are too many books I haven’t
read. There’s more fudge sundaes to wolf down and kites to be flown overhead.
There are many malls I haven’t shopped. I’ve not laughed at all the jokes.
I’ve missed a lot of Broadway hits and potato chips and cokes.
I want to wade again in water and feel ocean spray on my face.
I want to sit in a country church once more and thank God for His grace.
I want peanut butter every day spread on my morning toast.
I want un-timed long distance calls to the folks I love the most.
I haven’t cried at all the movies yet, or walked in the morning rain.
I need to feel wind in my hair. I want to fall in love again.
So, if I choose to have dessert, instead of having dinner,
then should I die before night fall, I’d say I died a winner,
because I missed out on nothing. I filled my heart’s desire.
I had that final chocolate mousse before my life expired.’
With that, I called the waitress over.. ‘I’ve changed my mind,’ I said. ‘I
want what she is having, only add some more whipped cream!’
This is my gift to you - We need an annual Friends Day!
Be mindful that happiness isn’t based on possessions, power, or prestige,
but on relationships with people we love and respect. Remember that while
money talks, CHOCOLATE SINGS!
That is very nice.
I love this.
WOW BBC wire report that 24 people died just so far in that bomb blast in Iraq by burka wearing female sucidie bombers
My mom always told us to eat whatever we wanted because someday doctors are going to tell you you can’t eat that anymore. She was wise.
That’s a lot. Is it posted her? Baghdad?
LOL.
Our troops are being set up again with the use of female bombers. The first time one of guys wastes one of these sick creatures, the lame-stream media will have a field day and the commanders will court martial the poor unfortunate soul that did his job.
Wanna race? Do ya, do yah, do yah?
Wanna race? Do ya, do yah, do yah?
Wanna race? Do ya, do yah, do yah?
Mine
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