A Lixy Life

A STORY FOR YOU...

An old man lived alone in Minnesota. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, who would have helped him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his situation:

Dear Son,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my potato garden this year. I hate to miss doing the garden because your mother always loved planting time. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me, if you weren't in prison.
Love,
Dad

Shortly, the old man received this telegram: "For Heaven's sake, Dad, don't dig up the garden!! That's where I buried the GUNS!!"

At 4 a.m the next morning, a dozen FBI agents and local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden without finding any guns.

Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what had happened, and asked him what to do next.

His son's reply was: "Go ahead and plant your potatoes, Dad. It's the best I could do for you, from here."

Moral: No matter where you are in the world, if you have decided to do something deep from your heart, you can do it. It's the thought that matters, not where you are or where the person is.

A minister dies and is waiting in line at the Pearly Gates. Ahead of him is a guy who's dressed in sunglasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket, and jeans. Saint Peter addresses this guy, "Who are you, so that I may know whether or not to admit you to the Kingdom of Heaven?"

The guy replies, "I'm Joe Cohen, taxi-driver, of New York City."

Saint Peter consults his list. He smiles and says to the taxi-driver, "Take this silken robe and golden staff and enter the Kingdom of Heaven."

The taxi-driver goes into Heaven with his robe and staff, and it's the minister's turn.He stands erect and booms out, "I am Joseph Snow, pastor of Saint Mary's for the last forty-three years."

Saint Peter consults his list. He says to the minister, "Take this cotton robe and wooden staff and enter the Kingdom of Heaven."

"Just a minute," says the minister. "That man was a taxi-driver and he gets a silken robe and golden staff. How can this be?"

"Up here, we work by results," says Saint Peter. "While you preached, people slept; while he drove, people prayed."

I love you Mommy.
I know sometimes I get busy, too busy to write, too busy to call, too busy to leave a message on my blog, but I'm never ever too busy to love you!
I couldn't do anything any day if I didn't know you were there for me to love and to have you loving me. I can go about my day and my work because I know you have my back, I know you are praying for me, I know you know I'm yours, and that you are mine forever and ever.
And I love the way you get mad at me when I forget to write. You always notice because you never forget me, and when ever I get one of your angry messages I start feeling so so happy again. Don't ever forget me or give up on me! I need you mommy!
Even when you're mad, I'll try to make you glad, until I get mad because you won't be glad, and then you will be glad to try to make me glad again...and it always ends up happy in the end. You are the only one that knows how to do that to me. And that's another reason why I love you and need you so so much!

Yes, that would be us. Today we were scheduled to "Get Out" together...
So we got out to the park but soon ran out of ideas...
So we got out to the store where my children all hid while I "seeked"...

These are the strange poor souls I found instead. O God save us!

The Horse That Wanted More Beauty

God had a horse. The horse was beautiful and also it had many good
qualities. But it wanted to be more perfect in every way. It
especially wanted to become beauty unparalleled.

One day the horse said to God, “0 Lord, you have given me beauty. You
have given me other good qualities. I am so grateful to you. But how I
wish you could make me more beautiful. I would be extremely, extremely
grateful if you could make me more beautiful.”

God said, “I am more than ready to make you more beautiful. Tell me in
what way you want to be changed.”

The horse said, “It seems to me that I am not well proportioned. My
neck is too short. If you can make my neck a little longer, my upper
body will be infinitely more beautiful. And if you can make my legs
much longer and thinner, then I will look infinitely more beautiful in
my lower body.”

God said, “Amen!” Then immediately he made a camel appear in place of
the horse. The horse was so disheartened that it started to cry, “0
Lord, I wanted to become more beautiful. In what way is this kind of
outer form more beautiful?”

God said, “This is exactly what you asked for. You have become a camel.”

The horse cried, “Oh no, I do not want to become a camel I wish to
remain a horse. As a horse, everybody appreciated my good qualities.
Nobody will appreciate me as a camel.”

God said, “Never try to achieve or receive more than I have given you.
If you want to lead a desire-life, then at every moment you will want
more and more. But you have no idea what the outcome will be. If you
cry for a longer neck and legs, this is what will happen. Each thing
in my creation has its own good qualities. The camel is not as
beautiful as you are, but it carries heavy loads and has a tremendous
sense of responsibility."

Yes! It was happy!

I had too many wishes and prayers and even orders to have a happy birthday. So being the ever obedient soul that I am--I did. Thank you all so much for the love you shared with me. I can't remember ever feeling so loved and treasured. It was the best gift I could ever ask for, and I couldn't help but be very very happy.

Thank you Cha, for being the first to wish me a happy birthday on my birthday.

Thank you Cha and Lainy for letting me hog the spotlight by being a beautiful post on your blogs. I felt like I got the number one role part!

Thank you Willy, Annie, Dad and Mom for doing your crazy indian wartribe birthday dance for me over skype, and thank you all for the sweet birthday e-cards and package you sent that I haven't recieved yet.

Thank you Greg for breaking your tradition of NOT getting me a present to send me one from all the way across the world...even though you probably STILL didn't send it yet.

Thank you Shuji for planning ever so sneakily my birthday party. And thank you Kuni, Yuki and Daba for being my knights in cool clothing, riding all the way out to pick me up and carry me off to a wonderful evening.

Thank you Celeste and Grace for being my friends, sisters, and "significant other", taking me out on the most thoughtful delightful "dates" I've ever had planned for me. I felt like a lady.

Thank you to all my dear darling bestest home members who made me feel like a princess by giving me so much love, sweet cards and encouragement, and gifts.

And thank you to each and every one of you that sent me birthday wishes. I felt truly remembered and loved.

I love you all! You make life worth living. You make me look forward with happiness to another year ahead. Cheers to You!!!

I felt cranky. I felt crotchety. Basically I just felt old.

I always thought my prime was sweet 21, so to be turning terrible 23 was like becoming ancient. Not that being ancient is bad, but you have to have something in your history to make you an artifact worth anything, and without any kids (even "kid" singular), without a husband, without a boyfriend in sight, not even a pet...geez I'm just decomposing. Mulling over the thought "Why don't you just bury me now?", another thought came to mind, "Why don't you just start living now?"

Haha, Brilliant! I realized I could simply change my prime and I'd still be a "spring chicken". So I officially have decided 25 is my prime, and I still have two whole years to feel crazy, excited, hopeful, and oh so young with my whole life and future ahead of me.

Now that is something worth celebrating!...the birth of a whole new year, every year, for the rest of my life:)

...So here I am, as much as I tried to fight it I am officially a blogger. Sweet Surrender :)