My Private Part

An old man, Mr. Wallace, was living in a nursing home. One day he appeared to be very sad and depressed. Nurse Tracy asked him if there was anything wrong,'Yes, Nurse Tracy,' said Mr. Wallace.'My Private Part died today, and I am very sad.'Knowing her patients were a little forgetful and sometimes a little crazy, she replied,
'Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Wallace. Please accept my condolences.'The following day, Mr. Wallace was walking down the hall with his 'Private Part' hanging out of his pajamas.He met Nurse Tracy.
'Mr. Wallace', she said,
'You shouldn't be walking down the hall like that.Please put your Private Part back inside your pajamas.''But, Nurse Tracy I can't,' replied Mr. Wallace.
'I told you yesterday that my Private Part died.'Yes,' said Nurse Tracy, 'you did tell me that, but why is it hanging out of your pajamas?'
(You've gotta love this.)
'Well', he replied, 'Today is the viewing.'

Before I Formed You, I Already Knew You

The Prophet

Your children are not your children.They are the sons and daughters of
Life's longing for itself.They come through you but not from you, and though
they are with you, and yet they belong not to you.You may give them your love,
but not your thoughts.For they have their own thoughts.You may house their
bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.For life goes not backward, nor tarries with
yesterday.

- Kahlil Gibran

Twenty-six, Twenty-three and thirteen are their ages now. Each with a completely different personality and outlook on life. Each have carried themselves, with their goals in their hands, some finished, some still being worked on, and probably a few being looked at, as if to wonder, what was up with those?

Maturity within a child's eyes seems to illuminate out of them when this precious gift comes and becomes every mother's blessing. It is a deep bitter sweet emotion of knowing that your child has grown to another level in life that will enable them to go the distance, even without you. It is an expression of their confidence, strength, honor, and their love and passion for understanding what is right, what is wrong and carrying this forward in life, to yet lead another, when the time comes that they are given the gift of parenthood.

A gift that we can only keep for such a small amount of time. A gift that we actually have to let go of and give back to the giver. A gift that when given, placed our lives on hold, so we could install what the giver intended for us to finish installing and help create, a human being. The giver makes no mistakes by placing that gift in our hands. Each were chosen by God to exist, just as we as adults were. His choice was deliberate.

One of my favorite verses I have ever read in the bible is: Jeremiah 1:5 that,

"Before I formed you in the womb I knew you."

It is by our own hands that the mistakes are made, and there will be some made. I mean after all, we're only adults. We too, are only growing and learning every single day also. Hopefully we have the tools of this understanding, knowing what is right from wrong and teaching from experiencing, and experiencing from teaching. One doesn't have to actually birth a child to be a mother to a child. When any child is placed in your guidance for teaching, then there is a two fold gift here, the teaching and the experiencing.

At best, we can take what we know, striving to help them create the person, they themselves are striving to become. Becoming exactly what God intended them to become, not what we as Mother's want them to become.

We may have them for but a small amount of time, but we can't own their minds, nor can we expect them to transform over into our minds. We nourish, we lead, we protect, we teach, then we give them back to God, the giver.

May the blessing be yours on Mother's Day and always,

Passion ~

The New Parrot

A woman went to a pet shop & immediately
spotted a large, beautiful parrot..

There was a sign on the cage that said $50.00.

'Why so little,' she asked the pet store owner.

The owner looked at her and said,
'Look, I should tell you first that this bird
used to live in a house of Prostitution and
sometimes it says some pretty vulgar stuff.'

The woman thought about this,
but decided she had to have the bird anyway.

She took it home and hung the bird's cage
in her living room and waited for it to say something.

The bird looked around the room, then at her, and
said 'New house, new madam.'

The woman was a bit shocked at the implication,
but then thought 'that's really not so bad.'

When her 2 teenage daughters returned from school
the bird saw them and said,
'New house, new madam, new girls.'

The girls and the woman were a bit offended but
then began to laugh about the situation considering how and
where the parrot had been raised.

Moments later,
the woman's husband Keith came home from work.

The bird looked at him and said,
.
.
.
.

'Hi, Keith!'

The Porch Is Now Opened Again!

After almost a year, my happy self has returned. I'm excited too! Just call me Scarlett! :-)

passion ~

Good News Folks

In a number of carefully controlled trials,scientists have demonstrated
that if we drink 1 liter of water each day, at the end of the year we would
have absorbed more than 1 kilo of Escherichia coli, (E.coli) bacteria found
in feces. In other words, we are consuming 1 kilo of Poop. However,
we do NOT run that risk when drinking wine (or rum, whiskey or other liquor)
because alcohol has to go through a purification process of boiling,
filtering and/or fermenting. Remember: Water = Poop, Wine = Health.
Therefore, it's better to drink wine and talk stupid, than to drink water
and be full of shit. There is no need to thank me for this valuable
information. I'm doing it as a public service.

A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words

Flour On The Face

Little Mexican boy goes into the kitchen where his mom is baking. He puts his hand in the flour and wipes it all over his face.

"Mom, look, I'm a white boy."

His mom slaps him in the face and says, "Go show your father."

He goes to his dad in the living room and says, "Look dad, I'm a white boy."

His dad slaps him hard in the face and says, "Go show your grandmother."

The boy goes in his grandmother's room and says, "Mira, abuelita, I'm a white boy."

His grandmother slaps him in the face and sends him back to his mother.

His mother says, "See. Did you learn anything from that?"

The boy replies, "Sure did. I have only been white for five minutes and already I don't like you Mexicans."




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