I was sitting at the bar of this local pub having dinner. A woman came in and sat down right next to me. We began to talk you know the usual stuff. Then we started talking about kids, in particular teens and what a pain they can be at times ! LOL
Anyhow, to make a long story short and to get to the question. She mentioned that even though she has been legally divorced for almost 2 years, very Sunday she gets together with her ex husband and the kids (who are all in their teens) and they have family dinner.
So my question is, what do you guys and gals think about this situation ?
I found this clip reading through Marianne Williamsons new book, I found it very interesting and insightful.
The Age of Miracles: Embracing the New Midlife
The need for change as we get older¿an emotional pressure for one phase of our lives to transition into another¿is a human phenomenon, neither male nor female. There simply comes a time in our lives¿not fundamentally different from the way puberty separates childhood from adulthood¿when it¿s time for one part of ourselves to die and for something new to be born.
The purpose of this book is to psychologically and spiritually reframe this transition so that it leads to a wonderful sense of joy and awakening.
In our ability to rethink our lives lies our greatest power to change them. What we have called ¿middle age¿ need not be seen as a turning point toward death. It can be viewed as a magical turning point toward life as we¿ve never known it, if we allow ourselves the power of an independent imagination¿thought-forms that don¿t flow in a perfunctory manner from ancient assumptions merely handed down to us, but rather flower into new archetypal images of a humanity just getting started at 45 or 50.
What we¿ve learned by that time, from both our failures as well as our successes, tends to have humbled us into purity. When we were young, we had energy but we were clueless about what to do with it. Today, we have less energy, perhaps, but we have far more understanding of what each breath of life is for. And now at last, we have a destiny to fulfill¿not a destiny of a life that¿s simply over, but rather a destiny of a life that is finally truly lived.
Midlife is not a crisis; it¿s a time of rebirth. It¿s not a time to accept your death; it¿s a time to accept your life¿and to finally, truly live it, as you and you alone know deep in your heart it was meant to be lived.
It's a romantic full moon, when Jose said, "Hey, mamacita, let's do Weeweechu." Oh no, not now, let's look at the moon!" said Amy. Oh, c'mon baby, let's you and I do Weeweechu. I love you and it's the perfect time," Jose begged. "But I wanna just hold your hand and watch the moon." replied Amy. Please, corazoncito, just once, do Weeweechu with me." Amy looked at Jose and said, "OK, one time, we'll do Weeweechu." Jose grabbed his guitar and they both sang..... "Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year.." MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE !!
Not sure who wrote this or wehere I got it,, but at this time of year,, I like it !
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, Standing watch over me, my wife and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear, "Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve, You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, Away from the cold and snow blown drifts..
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right, I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line, That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask, beg or implore me, I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December," Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ', And now it is my turn so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while, But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone, Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another, Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
We stand at the front against any and all, To ensure for all time this flag will not fall."
"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright, Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least, "Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done, For being away from your wife and your son."
His eyes welled a tear that held no regret, "Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone, To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead, To know you remember we fought and we bled. Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities.Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.
I'm not sure where I got this, maybe even from here. (if its been posted before sorry for the dupicate) but I think it should be posted again. I think it hits right to the point at least for me, what I want and need in my life.
"The Invitation" by Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Indian Elder.
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your hearts longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals, or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true, I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it is not pretty every day, and if you can source your life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours or mine, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.
It doesn't interest me who you are, or how you came to be here- I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
Tell me fellow bloggers, even the ones that just read the blogs, I would like you to speak up. Theres no worrys about opinions, nothing, just give me some input as to whether you have done something like this, want to do something like this, or if you have, where did you go.
I have from December 21 until January 3 off work. I was just thinking of maybe getting in my car and driving. Having no plans, just driving and stop where ever I feel like stopping.?
I usually spend this time of year with my kids, Christmas Eve with my Mom. But this year,the kids will be on a Cruise with their Mom and my Mom will be in Florida. So I'm going to celebrate Christmas on the 20th with my brothers and their families,, then I have no plans after that until the New Year. I'm really excited about this free time !!!? :)
I was reading a book called, "The Alchemist" great read so far.
But as I was reading I came across these few paragraphs, I thought, this is it, its what we are all here for. I know I'm kind of thicked headed when it comes to this kind of stuff, but I think its very accurate.
" at that moment, it seemed to him time stood still, and the soul of the world surged within him When he looked into her dark eyes and saw her lips poised half way between a laugh and silence, he learned the most important part of the language that all the world spoke, the language that everyone on earth was capable of understanding. It was LOVE. Something older than humanity and more ancient than the desert.
She smiled, and that was an omen, the omen he had been waiting for, without even knowing he was, for all his life. What the boy felt at that moment was that he was in the presence of the only woman in his life, and that, with no need for words, she recognized the same thing. he was more certain of it than anything in the world. When you understand that Universal Language
its easy to understand that someone in the world awaits you, whether its in the desert or a great city. And when two such people encounter each other, and their eyes meet, the past and the future become unimportant.
There is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only. It is the hand that evokes love, and creates a twin soul for every person in the world. Without such love, ones dreams would have no meaning. The next day he saw the girl again, he said, I came to tell you just one thing, I want you to be my wife, I love you.
I know, kind of sappy but I think you get the point ! LOL
As I was driving today on one of my usual road trips, I started thinking about one thing I find the majority of women have in common,, they own a Dog. They put things in their profiles about loving animals, must love dogs, must not hunt, etc..
Well this got me thinking. So I decided to make a comparison.
Your dog vs Me. Here is what I came up with.
1I dont shed as much, so you dont have to vacuum or change the sheets because of my hair.
2 - I dont drool. Well maybe sometimes. ;)
3 ? I wont hump your girl friends or families leg
4 ? When going on vacation, you wont have to spend the extra money on taking me to the Kennel or make sure someone stops by everyday to check on me.
5 ? you dont have to feed me I can do that myself
6- I dont drink out of the toilet bowl.
7 ? I wont or cant lick my own privates then kiss you.
8 ? when my arse itches I won?t drag it on the carpet
9 ? when we go for a walk you wont have to take a pooper scooper and plastic bag
10- you wont have to train me to go outside to pee, Im already potty trained and wear big boy pants.
11 ? you dont have to take me anywhere to get my toe nails cut I already do that myself
12 ? I brush my own teeth
13 ? my farts arent as bad as Dog Farts, my goodness they are the worst.
14 ? you dont have to bathe me unless of course you want to. but I promise I won?t shake and get water all over the place.
15 ? you dont have to get me heart worm pills, my heart is fine.
16 ? Ill kiss you and be excited every time you walk thru the door, but won?t dribble on the carpet.
17 ? you can have sex with me
18- I wont bark to much when someone comes to the door.
19 ? I wont bite anyone, I may nibble on you a little though.
20 ? I might talk back to you sometimes, but after the list above I think its a fair trade
This was sent to me by a woman/friend of mine. I thought it was interesting and curious. Wonder why she sent it ! :)
Men are like apples on trees.
The best ones are at the top of the tree.
The women don't want to reach for the good ones
because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they're amazing.
They just have to wait for the right women to
come along, the one who's brave enough to climb
all the way to the top of the tree.
A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.
SON: 'Daddy, may I ask you a question?'
DAD: 'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the man.
SON: 'Daddy, how much do you make an hour?'
DAD: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the man said angrily.
SON: 'I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?'
DAD: 'If you must know, I make $50 an hour.'
SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down.
SON: 'Daddy, may I please borrow $25?'
The father was furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.'
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.
The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?
After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down , and started to think:
Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $25.00 and he really didn't ask for money very often The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.
'Are you asleep, son?' He asked.
'No daddy, I'm awake,' replied the boy.
'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the man. 'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $25 you asked for.'
The little boy sat straight up, smiling. 'Oh, thank you daddy!' he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.
The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.
The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.
'Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the father grumbled.
'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied.
'Daddy, I have $50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.' The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.
Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, share a word of praise and they always open their hearts to us.
To Make Friends Be A Friend First
A Survival kit for everyday living
A SURVIVAL KIT FOR EVERY DAY LIVING - Items Needed:
2) Rubber Band
3) Band Aid
6) Chewing Gum
8) Candy Kiss
9) Tea Bag
1) TOOTHPICK - to remind you to pick out the good qualities in others.
2) RUBBER BAND - to remind you to be flexible; things might not
always go the way you want, but it will work out.
3) BAND AID - to remind you to heal hurt feelings, yours or someone else's.
4) PENCIL - to remind you to list your blessings everyday.
5) ERASER - To remind you that everyone makes mistakes and that's OK.
6) CHEWING GUM - to remind you to stick with it and you can accomplish anything.
7) MINT - to remind you that you are worth a mint.
8) CANDY KISS - to remind you that everyone needs a kiss or a hug everyday.
9) TEA BAG - to remind you to relax daily and reflect on all the positive things in your life.
A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.
Friends are a very rare jewels !
An 86-year-old man went to his doctor for his quarterly check-up...
The doctor asked him how he was feeling, and the 86-year-old said ,'Things are great and I've never felt better.'
I now have a 20 year-old bride who is pregnant with my child.
'So what do you think about that Doc ?'
The doctor considered his question for a minute and
Then began to tell a story.
'I have an older friend , much like you, who is an avid hunter
And never misses a season.'
One day he was setting off to go hunting. In a bit of a hurry , he accidentally picked up his walking cane instead of his gun.'
'As he neared a lake , he came across a very large male beaver sitting at the water's edge.
He realized he'd left his gun at home and so he couldn't shoot the magnificent creature.
Out of habit he raised his cane , aimed it at the animal as if It were his favorite hunting rifle and went 'bang, bang'.'
'Miraculously , two shots rang out and the beaver fell over dead.
Now, what do you think of that ?' asked the doctor.
The 86-year-old said ,
'Logic would strongly suggest that somebody else Pumped a couple of rounds into that beaver.'
The doctor replied , 'My point exactly.'
A man and a woman who had never met before, but who were both married to other people,
found themselves assigned to the same sleeping room on a trans-continental train.
Though initially embarrassed and uneasy over sharing a room,
they were both very tired and fell asleep quickly, he in the upper berth and she in the lower.
At 1:00 AM, the man leaned down and gently woke the woman saying,.......... 'Ma'am,
I'm sorry to bother you, but would you be willing to reach into the closet to get me a second blanket? I'm awfully cold.'
'I have a better idea,' she replied 'Just for tonight,...... let's pretend that we're married.'
'Wow!....... That's a great idea!', he exclaimed.
'Good,' she exclaimed.....'Get your own ****ing blanket.'
Ah, to be married again ! LOL
GOLFING WITH THE WIFE
The Englishman's wife steps up to the tee. As she bends over to place her ball, a gust of wind blows her skirt up and reveals a
lack of underwear.
Good God woman! Why aren't you wearing any undies?"her husband demanded.
"Well, you don't give me enough housekeeping money to afford any."
The Englishman immediately reaches into his pocket and says "For the sake of decency, here's 20. Go buy yourself some underwear."
Next,the Irishman's wife bends over to set her ball on the tee. Her skirt also blows up to show that she too is wearing no undies.
"Blessed Virgin Mary, woman! You've no undies. Why not?"
She replies "I can't afford any on the money you give me."
He reaches into his pocket and says "For the sake of decency, here's 10. Go buy yourself some underwear!"
Lastly the Scotsman's wife bends over. The wind also takes her skirt over her head to reveal that she, too, is naked under it.
"Sweet mudder of Jesus, Aggie! Where are yer drawers?
"She too explains "You dinna give
me enough money ta be able ta affarrd any."
The Scotsman reaches into his pocket and says "Well, fer the love 'o Jesus, here's a comb. Tidy
yerself up a bit."
Two bored casino dealers are waiting at the crap table. A very attractive blonde woman from Alabama arrived ....and bet $20,000 on a single roll of the dice. She said, "I hope you don't mind, but I feel much luckier when I play topless." With that, she stripped to the waist; rolled the dice; and yelled, "Come on, baby.... Southern Girl needs new clothes!" As the dice came to a stop, she jumped up-and-down... and squealed... "YES! YES! I WON! I WON!"
She hugged each of the dealers... and then picked up her winnings and her clothes, and quickly departed. The dealers stared at each other dumfounded.
Finally, one of them asked, "What did she roll?" The other answered, "I don't know... I thought you were watching."
Moral --- Not all Southerners are stupid.
Not all blondes are dumb.
But, all men..... are men.
I've never written to you before, but I really need your advice. I have suspected for some time now that my wife has been cheating on me.
The usual signs are phone calls where the caller hangs up if I answer.
My wife has been going out with "the girls" a lot recently from Curves although when I ask their names she always says, "Just some friends from work, you don't know them."
I always try to stay awake to look out for her coming home, but I usually fall asleep.
Anyway, I have never approached the subject with my wife. I think deep down I just didn't want to know the truth, but last night she went out again and I decided to really check on her.
Around midnight, I decided to hide in the garage behind my golf clubs so I could get a good view of the whole street when she arrived home from a night out with "the girls".
When she got out of the car she was buttoning up her blouse, which was open, and she took her panties out of her purse and slipped them on.
It was at that moment, crouching behind my clubs, that I noticed the graphite shaft on my driver appeared to have a hairline crack right by the club head.
Is this something I can fix myself or should I take it back to the pro shop where I bought it?
Butch the Rooster...
John the farmer was in the fertilized egg business. He had several hundred young layers (hens), called 'pullets', and ten roosters, whose job it was to fertilize the eggs.
The farmer kept records and any rooster that didn't perform went into the soup pot and was replaced. That took an awful lot of his time, so he bought a set of tiny bells and attached them to his roosters. Each bell had a different tone so John could tell from a distance, which rooster was performing. Now he could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report simply by listening to the bells.
The farmer's favorite rooster was old Butch, a very fine specimen he was, too. But on this particular morning John noticed old Butch's bell hadn't rung at all! John went to investigate. The other roosters were chasing pullets, bells-a-ringing. The pullets, hearing the roosters coming, would run for cover.
But to Farmer John's amazement, old Butch had his bell in his beak, so it couldn't ring. He'd sneak up on a pullet, do his job and walk on to the next one. John was so proud of old Butch, he entered him in the Renfrew County Fair and he became an overnight sensation among the judges. The result. The judges not only awarded old Butch the No Bell Piece Prize but they awarded him the Pulletsurprise as well.
Clearly old Butch was a politician in the making: who else but a politician could figure out how to win two of the most highly coveted awards on our planet by being the best at sneaking up on the populace and screwing them when they weren't paying attention.
Vote carefully this year... the bells are not always audible.
David Letterman's Top Ten Reasons
Why Golf Is Better Than Sex
#10... A below par performance is considered damn good.
#9.. You can stop in the middle and have a cheeseburger and a couple of beers.
#8... It's much easier to find the sweet spot.
#7.. Foursomes are encouraged.
#6... You can still make money doing it as a senior.
#5... Three times a day is possible.
#4... Your partner doesn't hire a lawyer if you play with someone else.
#3.. If you live in Florida you can do it almost every day.
#2... You don't have to cuddle with your partner when you're finished.
And the NUMBER ONE reason
why golf is better than sex.....
#1... When your equipment gets old you can replace it.
John Smith started the day early having set his
(MADE IN JAPAN ) for 6am.
While his coffeepot
(MADE IN CHINA )
Was perking, he shaved with his
(MADE IN HONG KONG ).
He put on a
(MADE IN SRI LANKA ),
(MADE IN SINGAPORE )
(MADE IN KOREA )
After cooking his breakfast in his new
(MADE IN INDIA )
He sat down with his
(MADE IN MEXICO )
To see how much he could spend today. After setting his
(MADE IN TAIWAN )
To the radio
(MADE IN INDIA )
He got in his car
(MADE IN GERMANY )
Filled it with GAS
(from Saudi Arabia )
And continued his search
For a good paying AMERICAN JOB.
At the end
Of yet another discouraging
And fruitless day
(Made In Malaysia ),
John decided to relax for a while.
He put on his sandals
(MADE IN BRAZIL )
Poured himself a glass of
(MADE IN FRANCE )
And turned on his
(MADE IN INDONESIA ),
And then wondered
Why he can't find
A good paying job
In AMERICA ..