life a precious gift...

We wake every morning with a start of a new day. But do we really live life to the fullest savoring every moment of our precious life?
I think it's in ourselves to take advantage of our gift of life. I've been very sick the past month thinking I had a very bad case of a bladder infection or worst yet kidney. Well Monday morning I had to rush to the hospital emergency room. Come to find out my prognosis was fibroids in my uterus. And if untreated leads to cancer. I was never one to get annual physicals. If I did go see a doctor,it was only for the flu. I figured what was the point? My over all health was never an issue. I now know when women get to a certain age, regular physicals are very important. A close friend of mine attended a funeral not long ago for a close female friend of his. It turned out to be cervical cancer,they detected it a little too late and she died. She was very young also. It's very sad when we women cannot be bothered to take some personal time for our well being. Why do we have to wait till were dying? Putting things off tomorrow, tomorrow, well tomorrow maybe too late. We need to stop being so caught up in our busy lives and if not think for ourselves, think about our children and family who will be devastated if we were gone. Life
a precious gift from god. We need to
show that we will cherish it...
Because we only get one chance.



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should of, could of, would of......

There once was a woman who lived her life for her children and husband.

One day she found herself tired and old and she wondered where did her life go?

She never really accomplished anything for herself. All her dreams diminished over night...

As she stood in her kitchen window, washing up the breakfast dishes, she wondered...

Could she had led her life in another direction? maybe chose a different road?

What could of happened if she didn't meet her husband that night?

And what of became of her if she would of chose to finished her education and went all the way?

Maybe she would of became that great big writer and traveled and seen the world....

As the woman sighed and came back to reality with sadness and regret she realized at least I'm here and I can instill to her children" make your dreams come true", because you can never go back to what of, could of, and should of......


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Rainy days...

I am not like most people, "I adore rainy days!"




And yes I should live in Seattle or Oregon or Ireland where it constantly rains.
But unfortunately I don't.

Here I am curling up on my favorite favorite green comfy chair with my beautiful crocheted shawl I just finished, and it's so warm. And I have a hot cup of cocoa.

I'm looking outside and it's raining and it's just beautiful. It's funny just last week it was in the 100's, maybe that's the reason I'm loving the weather.

No I know I have always loved the cooler weather. And I don't understand when people say they get the blues when the weather is gloomy. "go figure"

Now yes there is the bad side to the weather conditions in the rain. Like the morons that don't know how to drive in it. It's like playing bumper cars especially trying to take your kids to school in the morning.

But then again those morons cannot drive to save there life in the normal weather.

It was so nice the other day my husband noticed that we have a new visitor in our back yard it's a beautiful toad. We had one two years ago it grew quite large, and then when summer time came it found a new home else where. I just wonder if this new frog is it's off spring.

Well how nice is this, can you picture this scene? Raining outside and hearing a frog making it's beautiful sounds in my backyard.



Now I recall the last toad we had I was going to capture it and keep it as a pet. But after doing a little research I found out it's chances for survival were not that good so it was better to keep it in it's natural habitat. I discovered it had plenty of food in my back yard to do well.

And I also found out that they hibernate during the winter by burring themselves and then come out in the summer again.







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