Back to School.....

Paul & me on our 1st day back to school-...hopefully I'll be thinner in my graduation picture! LOL

Aubrey & Hayden on 1st day...

So we ALL started back to school on 8-24-09... It has so far been good, but definatley a life style change. Keep us in your prayers as you all are always in ours. God has amazing plans, I just wish I knew all the details...LOL.

These are not my words- but I have learned from this story!

By: Mac Anderson founder of "Simple Truths"

I first met Charlie Cullen during my sophomore year in college. Charlie had been ranked by his peers as the top speaker in the country, and he had addressed the leaders of many Fortune 500 companies. But on this day, as a favor to his nephew, he interrupted his schedule to speak to a small group of students at the Holiday Inn. For almost an hour, I sat there in awe as he spoke passionately about the keys to success. He talked about courage, humility, perseverance, and believing in your dreams. And he ended with a story I never forgot.
He said that he was in the Oklahoma City airport when he saw a woman walking along with three little girls. They were skipping and singing, "Daddy's coming home on a big jet! Daddy's coming home on a big jet!" All excited! Eyes lit up like diamonds! Wild anticipation! They had never before met Daddy coming home on a jet. Their mother was so proud of them. You could see it in her eyes.
Then the plane arrived, the door opened and the passengers streamed in. You didn't have to ask which one was Daddy. The girls' eyes were glued on him. But his first look was for his wife. Seeing her, he yelled, "Why in the heck didn't you bring my top coat?" and walked right past his adoring daughters.
You see, here was a man who had an opportunity to be great, and he didn't recognize it.
How many times a day, a week, a month do we have the opportunity to be great, and not even know it?
I heard this story over 40 years ago, but I never forgot it. It helped to shape my life in a very positive way...to focus on what matter's most.

I thought this was a great reminder of how our actions; if only for a brief moment, can brighten a life or repress it... I want to be a light!

Back in November I blogged about laughter...I think we all need to be reminded again:)

The best times I've had over the years have involved laughter.

Jesus laughs! How could he not by looking at all of us!

Children laugh... because they find the good in everything and everyone!


Even old guys laugh...(probably a good reason why he is as old as he is.)




& Even horses laugh!



You know, sometimes life just gets too serious...too busy...and too complicated. We don't mean for it to happen, but we wake up one morning to discover the fun has slipped away.
A few years ago a health study determined there are 3 main reasons people can't cope in life:
They live in the past.
They have a low self-esteem.
They can't laugh at themselves.
In fact, the study indicated that we need approximately 12 laughs a day to stay healthy!





So lighten up...laugh a little...find humor in your self and in life!

Too hot to think... or blog:(

How hot is it?

This hot!

May 25th 1992- A Blessing Came Into My Life!

Happy 17th Birthday to my beautiful daughter Aubrey. Wow! Time has flown! I can't believe I have one more year before you're off to college. You have been a wonderful gift... I cherish your life. You are creative, caring and full of adventure. You are growing into your own beautiful person, with your own special blend of unique qualities; a magnificent combination of feelings, hopes, thoughts and dreams.

My wish for you this year is for you to Keep trusting and loving God. Keep dreaming all your dreams and don't let anyone come between you and them. Always believe in yourself, Uncover Hidden Talents, Go on Adventures, Have Fun and Be Happy, Treasure Tiny Miracles, Embrace Life and Reach for the Stars!

and always know...I want to do everything I possibly can for you because that's what love does when it is strong and grateful and giving. I want you to know what a gift it is to be your parent...

I Love You!

Have an awesome 17th year-

Aubrey hangin out in the bay-fishin!-

My little baseball player... the only girl on the team!



Basketball... many wonderful years watching you play! (You could dribble in the crib!)





My little princess!



Stylin Profylin!

What a sense of humor- the photographer put this umbrella on you and your eyes said it all.

(1 month old)

Skater Girl! :

Reagan & Aubrey... (always lovin your family!)

All about havin fun!

Always up for an adventure!

Beautiful!

ENC1101: Explain Life Changing Event in your Life!

My Life Never Was a Fairy Tale

I was fifteen years old and thought I knew everything. The world was at my feet and I was happy. I was finally coming out of my gawky middle school years and was turning into quite a pretty young woman. My parents had been divorced since I was five years old and a “two” family life was really all I had ever known. I t never bothered me, as I saw it I had the best of both worlds. My dad was the successful parent (“My King” if-you-will) and when I was with him I felt like a princess in his castle. I was safe and secure and his vision of my future had nothing but smooth roads ahead. My life with my mom was comforting and cozy. An almost old fashion lifestyle that everyone loves or wishes they could experience. My mom was simple and required nothing but simple results from me.
It was Christmas 1984 and it would be the first one I had not spent with my dad. My dad had flown down to Florida to visit my sisters. I had stayed in cold, snowy Pennsylvania so as to be able to celebrate the holiday with my new boyfriend and his family. He lived across the street and his family was famous for the huge party they threw for most of the town. All my friends would be there and I didn’t want to miss out on all the fun. My Christmas was a happy one, I missed seeing my dad but I was a teenager and life was just beginning. I had all the time in the world to spend with him.
The party came and went and I was making plans for my Christmas break from school. I had talked to my dad on Christmas day and he had informed me that my gifts were in the mail and I probably would receive them by the 26th.
On December 26th I woke to a frightening cry coming from my mother’s room. I knew undoubtedly something was devastatingly wrong. I had never witnessed a cry like that before. It was like a soul being yanked from heaven. It was haunting. I couldn’t move. I just sat up in my bed and looked out my window. The window was cold and icy and I rested my forehead against it. I had no idea why my mom was crying or whom she was talking with on the phone. I just knew in my heart that my life was different and that I would never be the same. The coldness felt good on my face and I couldn’t move. I sat there in my bed, face smudged into the window and I called to my mother. “Mom, what is it?” I still couldn’t move. I think I cried out a few more times but I really don’t remember. My mind, my spirit and my heart were eerily still. The last thing I remember my mom saying to the person on the phone was “Why?”
My mom finally came into my room, she was an emotional wreck. Her face was red and wet from crying and she was hunched over. She sat on my bed. I couldn’t look at her at first. I was afraid. I knew it was something terrible, I could feel it in my bones. “Your Father was killed last night.” And then she paused. “He was pushed from his balcony at the Hyatt and fell eight stories.” “He’s gone honey, “she said. I just cried. I cried so much that my throat and eyes were swollen. I had been catapulted into adulthood by my father’s death. I would never be able to go back to who I was. My father’s death was an unexpected murder. He was forty two years old and I was fifteen. He died young and because of his death I would never be young again.
My father’s life ended on December 26th, 1984 and my new life began. The events leading to his death and the possibility that his wife and friends son were suspects only created a soap opera drama that I was now a part of. Suddenly lawyers and newspapers and police questioning were all a part of my life. It’s all my family could talk or think about. My life became insignificant. I wanted to be the princess again. I wanted things back to normal. After all I was going places, the world was at my feet and my future was bright. At least they were until he died. I decided to look for a new king. I looked for him in boys, alcohol, school, friends, and loneliness. My mother was there for me, but it wasn’t what I wanted. I was grief stricken, full of doubt, and guilt filled my every bone. I knew that if I had only gone to Florida with him, then none of this would have happened. I had been cheated; this was not what I had planned!
It took a long time for me to come back to me. The me that died with my dad. I walked a long road and have made many mistakes. I finally realized that this was my life. The life God planned for me. I grew up fast, but I grew up wise. I realized that my dad was not my king and I definitely am not a princess. I have come to realize that I cannot heal the things that life has done to me. They were done before I could realize what was being done. They made me do things in my life, things that were constantly coming between me and what I’d like to be. And it is in that way, that I seemed to have lost myself for awhile. I am back though and so is my dad. He just lives in my heart!

I Forgot How Much Fun Little Ones Are...

So my niece Bree is off to another race, this time in St. Croix. She is an awesome athlete and mom...she was however NOT a very good babysitter... Back in the days of her teens she babysat for me once! (Notice once...) I arrived home to find my bathroom door shut with towels all piled up in front of it. (so as to keep out the smell...) My son Hayden was learning to use the "kid's potty" at that time and Bree would have nothing to do with it! I won't elaborate, but I will let you know that my walls were never white again...just a nice shade of beige! It's kindof been the on-going joke between Bree and I over the years... So today I had the honors of keeping an eye on her little boy Kainoa. I documented my beautiful 2 hours with this wonderful little boy and asked him to tell his mommy all about it. (I don't believe in paybacks!!!! :) :) :)



Hey Mom Look at me I got a haircut!

Aunt Cricket cutting my hair... I did pretty good...it's mostly even...

I kept moving around and around- but she could handle it!

Aunt Cricket said I was a "big boy" and did a great job...

She fed me pretty good- and I ate everything!

I even was her "big helper" and walked Phoebe all by myself! We took a long walk

out to the celery fields and I handled Phoebe all by myself!

Hello...do you hear me? I'm talking to you.

Remember talking? Remember using the voice God gave us to communicate with others? That beautiful voice that you can hear laughter in...sorrow in....truth in...sarcasm in..strength in...love in...people can hear you in....

It’s happening more and more. You look around in a crowded coffee shop, or in the airport security line, or at a sporting event. Everyone, and I mean everyone, is on their cell phone, or sending a text message, or checking their emails. There is now a term for this state of mind: “continuous partial attention.”*

Granted it can be a great thing- I love sending "I love you's" to my children, I love staying in touch with old friends but...

I find it sad. There is a time and a place for that. I feel we're missing out on conversations with strangers at the table next to us or in line with us; all because we're looking at our dumb phones.
To surf the wave of information comin at ya’ everyday, you can only be somewhat accessible and somewhat inaccessible. For if you dive too deep into any one email, your inbox will fill up faster than you can say, “I’m going crazy!” You know you suffer from continuous partial attention if:-You don’t have time to stop and listen to a random street musician playing beautiful music, because who the heck has time for that when you have 13 text messages to reply to and 43 emails in your inbox?-You dare to read your text messages while you’re driving.-Hello???? You can no longer sit through a 2-hour movie at the cinema because you're too busy. (Watched the man in front of me surf- (the net) at the last movie I was at.) He was with his children too:-(
The answer to continuous partial attention is learning to ward off distraction and be present in the moment. By taking the time to turn off the cellphone before important meetings, by having the respect to be fully present when around your children (and for all you "children" be present when around your parents), and by daring to take 2 hours to set your mind free at the movies, or on a walk, you naturally become more present.

It doesn’t feel good when you’re at lunch and the person across from you is multitasking. It doesn't feel good when you're riding in the car with someone who is focused on their phone. You are trying to get their attention, but they keep checking their BlackBerry. How annoying! According to Tim Sanders and his book "The Likeability Factor," the way you make people feel is more important than how good you are at your job.
It feels nice to be in a meeting or out to dinner with someone who looks you in the eye and takes a deep interest in the subject at hand. As Maya Angelou said, “People never remember what you say, and they never remember what you do, but they always remember how you make them feel.”

One who is more present is a better parent. We best teach our children that information overload is not a positive thing. A wise one said, “Children don’t need your presents. They need your presence.” I have a mantra that I believe is a good example to set for children: Everyday of your life (no matter how busy you are), enjoy one beautiful moment, one delicious moment, and one funny moment.

God Bless You Everyone- & Remember Your Presence is your Present... make it whole. No one wants half of anything-

Can You Feel HIS Love?

Me and my music man...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K_ssRKcNaiU&feature=email

Click and listen & read...

I've been spending a lot of time looking for piano music for Hayden. I was listening to a Garth Brooks CD and liked this song. I kept saying to myself, "This could be a Christian Song." Sounds like God is singing to me...to the world... I came home and found it on YouTube... and guess what? Someone else thought the same as me and made this video- It's awesome!

My New Goal...

Michigan Sand Dunes...

Be kind and merciful. Let no one ever come to you without coming away better and happier.-- Mother Teresa

Happy St. Patty's Day!

Life's not about waiting for the storms to pass...It's about learning to dance in the rain."~Vivian Greene

Burn Baby Burn...

So Friday the property 1/4 of a mile from my home caught on fire. If you know anything about Florida this is quite normal during this season. We are dry! Very dry this year due to very little rain and an abnormally cold/ freezing winter. Often these fires are started by lightning or a cigarette that has been tossed. Either way it makes for an enormous amount of smoke and flames. The winds can cause them to spread very quickly and become very dangerous. Once they are done burning the area is black and charred . Then within a few days fresh green, bright green sprigs of grass start to emerge. Within a matter of weeks the area is greener and far more lush than it was before.
As I watched the firemen finish rolling up their hoses it made me think. Wow, this is kind of like life. My life anyway. Some of my trials and tribulations are self inflicted, some caused by others (like the toss of a cigarette) and some just natural occurrences (like lightening). Whatever I go through and when I'm going through it, it is a blaze. It's all I think about, it's all I can see, and all I can feel. Then when it's over.... I bloom again, stronger, and better than before.

Photos courtesy of ABC News 40 Channel 7

We Are All Children...Even Though Most Of Us Have Forgotten!

I Love My Kids! I sometimes question my actions as a mother. Doesn't every parent? I've always been a "tell it like it is" type person. I've made no exceptions with that trait when it comes to mothering.
I know my children are wise... I know my children are loving... I know my children have morals... I know my children are beautiful and unique. My prayer is to continue to inspire them and remind them that in this life- They were were not made to "fit in", they were "Born to Stand Out!"

A child learns, by wiggling skills through their fingers and their toes, into themselves. By soaking up habits and attitudes of those around them, by pushing and pulling their own world. A child learns more through trial than error, more through pleasure than pain, more through experience than suggestion and telling, and more through suggestion than direction. A child learns through affection, through love, through patience, through understanding, through belonging, through doing and through being. Day by day the child comes to know a little bit of what you know, a little bit more of what you think they understand. That which you dream and believe are in truth what is becoming that child. As you perceive dully or clearly, as you think fuzzily or sharply, as you believe foolishly or wisely, as you dream drably or goldenly, as you bear false witness or tell the truth, thus a child learns.

We need to tell our children they have a choice to become either lovers or losers. For to miss love is to miss life.

Thornton Wilder says, "There is a land of the living and a land of the dead, and the bridge is love. The only survival and the only meaning."

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God is love

Don't Lose Your Marbles...

I love Saturday mornings... I always have. I came across this article and thought I'd share with all of you who love Saturday mornings too!

The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday morning. Perhaps it’s the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it’s the unbounded joy of not having to be at work. Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable.
A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the garage with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. What began as a typical Saturday morning turned into one of those lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time. Let me tell you about it:
I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the band on my ham radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning swap net. Along the way, I came across an older sounding chap, with a tremendous signal and a golden voice. You know the kind; he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business. He was telling whomever he was talking with something about “a thousand marbles.” I was intrigued and stopped to listen to what he had to say.
“Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you’re busy with your job. I’m sure they pay you well but it’s a shame you have to be away from home and your family so much. Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet. It’s too bad you missed your daughter’s dance recital,” he continued; “Let me tell you something that has helped me keep my own priorities.” And that’s when he began to explain his theory of a “thousand marbles.”
“You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic. The average person lives about seventy-five years. I know, some live more and some live less, but on average, folks live about seventy-five years.
“Now then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with 3,900, which is the number of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire lifetime. Now, stick with me, Tom, I’m getting to the important part.
It took me until I was fifty-five years old to think about all this in any detail,” he went on, “and by that time I had lived through over twenty-eight hundred Saturdays. I got to thinking that if I lived to be seventy-five, I only had about a thousand of them left to enjoy. So I went to a toy store and bought every single marble they had. I ended up having to visit three toy stores to round up 1,000 marbles. I took them home and put them inside a large, clear plastic container right here in the shack next to my gear.”
Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown it away. I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focused more on the really important things in life.
There’s nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight.
Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign off with you and take my lovely wife out for breakfast. This morning, I took the very last marble out of the container. I figure that if I make it until next Saturday then I have been given a little extra time. And the one thing we can all use is a little more time.
It was nice to meet you Tom. I hope you spend more time with your family, and I hope to meet you again here on the band. This is a 75 year old man, K9NZQ, clear and going QRT, good morning!”
You could have heard a pin drop on the band when this fellow signed off. I guess he gave us all a lot to think about. I had planned to work on the antenna that morning, and then I was going to meet up with a few hams to work on the next club newsletter.
Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife up with a kiss. “C’mon honey, I’m taking you and the kids to breakfast.” “What brought this on?” she asked with a smile.
“Oh, nothing special, it’s just been a long time since we spent a Saturday together with the kids. And hey, can we stop at a toy store while we’re out? I need to buy some marbles.”

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What I love about stories is that they can speak to our soul. This is only one of many great stories in my book, Charging the Human Battery...50 Ways to Motivate Yourself.
Sometimes, our greatest challenge is getting inside our own heads to determine...what makes us tick? That's what this book is all about!Click Here for more Information
Finish Strong,

Happy Valentines Day...May Love Fill Us All!

[IF]
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you But make allowance for their doubting too, If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master, If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much, If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
--Rudyard Kipling

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: I had read this poem in my past. I had forgotten about it until our Pastor read it to us at church on sunday... Wow it speaks volumes-I hope you enjoy it.

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Love is all about "others"

Remember the more we fill ourselves with ourselves the less room God has to fill us...and God is Love!

Oh No He Didn't...

Oh Yes He Did!

WARNING: THE PICTURES YOU ARE ABOUT TO SEE MAY COME AS A SURPRISE TO YOU. MY HUSBAND AND BEST FRIEND OF OVER 20 YEARS GOT INKED. I KNOW I CAN'T BELIEVE IT EITHER...HE HAS OFFICIALLY JOINED THE "BAD BOY" CLUB.

Clean Skin

No turning back now!

Serious and sober



Blood & Ink...and that sound! Yikes!




Ta Da!

Branded : Cricket Forever!


Poor Guy- he's stuck with me forever now!


I Love You Paul- thanks for always keeping life exciting!


Question For You:
What happens when two nerds make a 5:00 o'clock appointment on a saturday night at a tattoo parlor?

Answer: See Pictures Above!

Wii Fit/ Nursing Home/ LaCross

What do these things have in common? They are all part of the Richau Family at this time.

We bought the Wii Fit on Wednesday- and I'm addicted. It is so much fun. I've worked out so much on it that my calves and "behind" are in pain. Who would have thought? It's so hilarious to do for those of you that don't have it... for example: if your doing a "step class" all the characters you created take it with you. So here I am alone in my living room watching my mom's character or her "Mii" just jammin along. I was on a run near the Golden Gate Bridge yesterday and Paul's character ran by me and fell...it's so funny. I find myself cracking up during the entire exercise. I'm NOT a video game person- but this is really fun and you get a workout.

Nursing Home? Well like her "bestest cousin" Brookie - (a phrase from when she was little) Aubrey has started working at Heron East Nursing Home. She's a server in the dining room...Big Stuff for my 16 year old. So far so good...Thanks to Grandma Judy she was able to get in. It's amazing that she is already old enough to be working. People always told me "it" goes fast- but I had no idea this fast. Seems like yesterday she was just learning to ride a bike.

LaCross- well Hayden is now playing LaCross and loving it. We're gone everynight of the week now but he's having a blast. He looks so cute in his helmet and shoulder pads! My "teenager" now has stinky practice gear! He's become his father's son...

Our lives are never boring that's for sure. I Love It!- God Bless...

We're Legal...21years and still drunk on love...

So yesterday was Paul's and my 21st wedding anniversary... Time is going by so fast! We kind of celebrated all weekend- a dinner out and movie Friday night, Dinner and dancing with friends on Saturday night and a family get together at mom's last night. Just a "do what ya feel like weekend/ day of celebration."

Paul and I have known each other since we were 16 & 17 and it's crazy to reminisce of all our time together. We were cracking up yesterday recalling some of the stupid, immature, innocent crazy and young love things we have done over the years. How he used to think "this" was cool and I thought "that" was cool... it made me think and cherish my one constant... Our love for each other. How blessed I am to have that. I cannot even imagine my life or myself without him. Not to sound corny or steal a line from a movie but he truly does complete me. It's strange because we both have changed in a lot of ways over the years yet the love stays the same. Constant...Sure we have our fights, we bug each other, he does things that annoy me, but the constant love never stops. It over powers the less important or irritating things.

I thank Paul for that, his always loving me. I can honestly say that not one day has gone by that I haven't known he loves me. That's a great thing- he is a good man- he is loyal and faithful and fun. (Sexy too- but Aubrey's going to kill me for writing that... she'll understand someday that is important also.)

So as I sit here looking over the buffet table of my life- I am thankful. I did pick the best main course. Maybe by desserts, appetizers, table settings or drink choices haven't always been the best, but the core of my life and the person I chose to share it with are awesome!

Click below to hear my song to Paul...My Best Friend!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aDm2AIw7Myo&feature=email

Choice Is A Down Payment On Tomorrow

Ever been in a funk? Well it's not fun so I don't wish it on anyone... Life is throwing us some crazy stuff right now and I'm doing my best to handle it. We're to the point that all we can do is laugh and pretend it's one of those annoying movies that your just waiting to conclude so that all will come together. "Money Pit" comes to mind, "Planes, Trains & Automobiles" is another..."Fun With Dick & Jane" is just an extreme exageration but not sooo far out of the question...

Sunday at church our pastor said the reasons for the places you are in your life right now are because of THE CHOICES you've made. And I do agree with this...

He then went on to give us advise on how to make choices:

Ask yourself these (4) questions before making-

1.) Would God Bless It?

2.) Is It Redemptive?

3.) Is It Defined By Your Love for God?

4.) Does It Demonstrate God's Lordship?

I believe if these are answered affirmatively that "good" should come from our choices- I truly do.

Gosh I know I haven't asked myself these questions in all my decisions and sure wish I would have.

Yet I'm having some difficulty understanding or seeing the good in some of our situations due to our choices at this time- and did I add... I believe they were all "yes's" to these questions... I am confused- I know sometimes we can't see the great plans God has for us, but the blocks aren't stacking well in our favor right now and I need to see some "Light" and soon....

So I'm posting this so that maybe you'll keep us in your prayers...

I'm posting to publically pledge my need for God's grace...

-and I'm posting to let all my friends and family know that I love them and I apologize for not being the normal "me" for quite awhile. I was delt a lot of crap in my younger life and feel I've handled it all pretty well and kept the faith or found the faith- I feel I've always known that even though my moments have been rough there has and always will be someone going through much worse.

I am Thankful for all I've been blessed with-

My children and husband are my greatest gifts- and I would never trade them for anything- they are my "Gold Rock." They keep me sain! They bring me complete happiness...

Anyways it is my hope for myself, my family and all mankind that life gets a little easier and God shows his mercy- I'm not sure that I am as strong as I thought I was... well, maybe I'm just tired!

It's friday- and I've always loved friday's so it will be a good day...TGIF!

I Believe...

A Birth Certificate shows
that we were born.
A Death Certificate shows that we died.
Pictures show that we lived!
Have a seat . . . Relax . . . And read this slowly.
I Believe...
That just because two people argue,
doesn't mean they don't love each other. And just because they don't argue, doesn't mean they do love each other.
I Believe...That we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.
I Believe...That no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.
I Believe...That true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance.
Same goes for true love.
I Believe... That you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.
I Believe...That it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.
I Believe...That you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.
I Believe... That you can keep going long after you think you can't.
I Believe....That we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.
I Believe...That either you control your attitude or it controls you.
I Believe...That heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.
I Believe...That money is a lousy way of keeping score.
I Believe...That my best friend and I can do anything, or nothing, and have the best time.

I Believe...That sometimes the people you expect to kick you When you're down, will be the ones to help you get back up.

I Believe...That sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.

I Believe...That maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had,
and what you've learned from them......and less to do with how many
birthdays you've celebrated.

I Believe...That it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others.
Sometimes, you have to learn to forgive yourself.

I Believe...That no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief.

I Believe...That our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.

I Believe...That you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life Forever.
I Believe...Two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.
I Believe...That your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.
I Believe...That even when you think you have no more to give, if a friend cries out to you........you will find the strength to help.
I Believe...That credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.
I Believe...That the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.
The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; They just make the most of everything.
Thanks to all the wonderful people who help us throughout the journey of life.. All the best to you in 2009 & God Bless You!! Happy New Year!!