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> > http://www.funtown.com/mom5/mom5.cfm > A Mother's Journey With Her Daughter > > When her child is born, > God has blessed her with perfect love > The child is a daughter > Sent from the angels above. > > You nurture her and love her with all your might > Day and night, day and night > You hold her in your arms and gently rock > As the hours tick away on the clock. > > She learns to walk and talk > And play house with her dolls and toys > She starts school, gets friends, > Has crushes on all the boys. > > The teen years come, the panic sets in > Your heart beats fast from deep within > The attitudes come full boar > Rolling eyes, tantrums, and the slamming of the door. > > Tempers flare, tears are shed > Many a sleepless night are spent in your bed > "You're not being fair" is shouted out > While she goes to her room to pout. > > Then, as you have reached the end of your rope, > Your hair has been pulled out, your nerves shot > She waltzes in and gives you a hug > And hands you the rose she just bought. > > You remember your mother telling you > The curse heard by all so true > "I hope you have a daughter who is just like you," > "Just like the one that I do!" > > She is a young adult now, the empty nest is here > You weep softly, you want to say 'don't go', but don't dare > She has to spread her wings and fly like the angels do > As she moves out, in her, you see you. > > You remember back to the diaper days > When you couldn't wait for her to grow > She is on her own now > Breaking your heart to see her go. > > You ask for guidance and strength > As you say your prayers at the end of the day > "Did I do a good job Lord" you ask, > "Yes," the Lord says, "You've done ok." > > © Deb Stewart 03-18-2001 > > »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« You're Just Jealous Because The Voices Are Talking To Me Richiele Sloan ICQ #63829109 (Missi) »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

> > The Paradox of Our Time > > by George Carlin > > The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but > shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but > have less; we buy more but enjoy less. > > We have bigger houses and smaller > families, more connveniences, but less time; we have more degrees, but less > sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, yet more problems, > more medicine, but less wellness. > > We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, > drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too > little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. > > We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too > much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a > living, but not a life, we've added years to life not life to years. > > We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the > street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. > We've done larger things, but not better things. > > We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, > but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but > accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. > > We build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than > ever, but we communicate less and less. > > These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; big men and small > character; steep profits and shallow relationships. > > These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses but > broken homes. > > These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw-away morality, > one-night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer > to quiet, to kill. > > It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the > stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time > when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete. > > Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going > to be around forever. > > Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because > that little person soon will grow up and leave your side. > > Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the > only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent. > > Remember, to say "I Love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most > of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep > inside of you. > > Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will > not be there again. Give time to Love, give time to speak, give time to > share the precious thoughts in your mind. > > To all my friends in my life, thanks for being there. > > > > > > > > > > »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« You're Just Jealous Because The Voices Are Talking To Me Richiele Sloan ICQ #63829109 (Missi) »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

> "For All The Mothers" > »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« You're Just Jealous Because The Voices Are Talking To Me Richiele Sloan ICQ #63829109 (Missi) »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

LOL Heather got me a beautiful rock fountain to sit here by my desk for mothers day really nice with candles and rocks ..problem it makes me have to go pee every min :( Shawnasea got me a beautiful angel statue that is playing with 3 kids (for the 3 grands) and some perfume. have not heard as of yet from Samantha :( hope you all have a wonderful day :) missi mommy

ty pat! kisses missi > > You can see the picture here http://www.netlaughter.com/bigcat2.htm > > > wish i could attach the pic cat is huge~! > > This cat is amazing > >

damn i can't do anything bout it :( is all of them?? missi > > Your morning thought for the day: > > Life is hard, by the yard -- > > ....but inch by inch, life's a cinch~! :-) > I gots gremlins again Missi.....your posts are getting snipped. : ( > Kath >

i lost the pic ;( i sorry he looked like a big white dog missi > > Oh I wish I could see it Missi. What a kitty-cat~! LOL~! :-) > ....and I thought our old Harley Cat was big~! heehee~! :-) > kath > > > wish i could attach the pic cat is huge~! > > > >

In a message dated 5/11/01 10:13:14 AM Pacific Daylight Time, mzmouser@earthlink.net writes: > > IM not and that scares my family. > > I seen death in the eyes I know with all my heart the soul moves on. > > IM not afraid to die my fear is for those I leave behind. > > Hopefully i have taught my children my views on death and when the good > Lord > > comes to claim me. my family will know IM with Richard and i will haunt > them > > often :) > > missi > > ( LOL <gentle laugh> a whole new realm of mischief~! ) :-) > > This is a beautiful way to look at death/transformation Missi. > Kath > lol yup may the good Lord help ya all i will have fun teehee missi

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Ouch! I did my own reformatting too, awhile back and lost my address book and many other things, including different drivers that I didn't make coipes of to run certain programs, so I know where you are coming from. Ndn ----- Original Message ----- From: Billy Covey To: FOLKLORE-L@rootsweb.com Sent: Sunday, May 13, 2001 8:51 PM Subject: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] Down For A While Hi Folks: I went through the process of reformatting my hard drive again the day before yesterdsy. All did not go well. Everything was wonderful until I attempted to reinstall my modem. Bad times in the Covey household ensued. I finally got the thing up and running about an hour ago. Muchas problemas. Bill Covey Author of Watson Is Where It Wuz http://billcovey.50megs.com ==== FOLKLORE Mailing List ==== Your Listresses: Missi <Richiele3@aol.com> Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> »§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

----- Original Message ----- Sent: May 10, 2001 8:44 PM Subject: Fw: DEAR ABBY - Thursday, May 10, 2001 > : > > DEAR ABBY - Thursday, May 10, 2001 > > > > PENNIES FROM HEAVEN GIVE COMFORT TO MANY ON EARTH > > > > > > DEAR ABBY: > > This letter is in response to "Daughter of a Frugal Mom," who > > received a birthday card from her mother containing a penny. > > Two years ago my father passed away, leaving his wallet with > > six pennies inside. There are six children in our family, and > > the conclusion we reached was that he left one for each of us. > > When she heard about it, our aunt (Dad's sister) presented us > > with the following: "I am like a penny. Not a bad one, a very > > bright one. Remember, I'll always turn up wherever you find a > > penny anywhere. In the years to come, you'll pick one up and > > say, 'There's Dad!' In time you'll have a thousand reminders > > of how much you're loved." > > Abby, countless times since that day, we have been reminded > > in the most unusual and spontaneous ways that our dad is still > > very much a part of our lives. -- KEEPING PENNIES IN MINNESOTA > > > > > > DEAR KEEPING: > > What a charming and comforting story. That letter generated a > > flurry of mail. Read on: > > > > > > DEAR ABBY: > > My grandfather told me that when an angel misses you, he or > > she will toss a penny down to tell you so. I believe it. > > Right after the start of the new millennium, I unexpectedly > > lost my life partner, Greg, from acute pancreatitis. He start- > > ed feeling poorly on Jan. 2 and died a week later -- 18 days > > before what would have been our 20th anniversary. > > Greg's mother passed on only four months earlier. As he and > > his sister were sorting through her belongings, they were > > surprised to find some pennies in a very unlikely place. His > > sister recalled how years before, their father -- long deceased > > -- would sing "Pennies From Heaven," so they took it as a > > sign that both of their parents were watching over them. > > During the days that Greg was dying, I kept finding pennies > > in strange places. Once, in the parking lot, I looked down > > at what I thought was a shiny bracelet. It was six newly mint- > > ed pennies lying in a perfect row -- one for his sister, her > > husband, three children and myself. I found one in the hospital > > corridor the day he died. It was in the center of a key chain > > someone had twisted into the shape of a heart. > > I continue to find pennies often -- especially when I'm feeling > > blue. So, maybe the mother of "Daughter of a Frugal Mom" had > > a premonition. -- TERRY IN GILBERT, ARIZ. > > > > > > DEAR TERRY: > > Perhaps. Please accept my sympathy for the unexpected loss of > > your life partner. What a bittersweet story. Read on: > > > > > > > > DEAR ABBY: > > The writer who inquired about the meaning of a penny her mother > > sent her before she died may not have gotten it "for luck." > > > > > > It seems more likely that the seemingly insignificant token > > was a "penny for her thoughts," rather than the good luck > > charm you suggested. > > > > > > My mother sent me such a penny during my busiest college days. > > I took the hint, and ever since have made sharing my busy adult > > life with her a top priority. > > > > > > I hope "Daughter" didn't wait until it was too late to stop > > being frugal with the contact her mom wanted. -- LINDA'S > > DAUGHTER, TULSA, OKLA. > > > > > > DEAR DAUGHTER: > > While that "hint" is a little too subtle for me, several other > > people also mentioned it. I'll leave it up to my readers to > > decide which explanation they prefer. Read on: > > > > > > DEAR ABBY: > > During World War II, my mother sent a penny to each of my > > cousins who went off to fight. She put a notch in each penny > > on the theory that "a bad penny always returns." One cousin > > signed all his war mail, "Just a Bad Penny." Three of my cousins > > were wounded, but all the "bad pennies" returned. > > -- SID GOODMAN, PARAMUS, N.J. > > > > > > DEAR SID: > > I hope they invested them. By now they should have added up > > to real money! > > > > > > > > Dear Abby is written by Pauline Phillips and daughter Jeanne > > Phillips. > > > . > > > > COPYRIGHT 2001 UNIVERSAL PRESS SYNDICATE > > > > > > ------------------------------------------------------------ > > Questions... Comments... email us at: > > <a href=" mailto:abby@shagmail.com ">Send us your comments</a> > > ------------------------------------------------------------ > *********************************************************** > > > > To SUBSCRIBE send blank email to: > > <A HREF=" http://af1.shagmail.com/sub/sub-abby.html ">Subscribe</A> > > ************************************************************ > > > ************************************************************ > > > > END OF DEAR ABBY > > Copyright 2001 by Pulse Direct, Inc. All rights reserved. > > Feel free to forward this, in its entirety, to others. > > > > This feature may not be reproduced or distributed > > electronically, in print or otherwise without written > > permission of Universal New Media and Universal Press > > Syndicate. COPYRIGHT 2001 UNIVERSAL PRESS SYNDICATE > > > > --- > > You are currently subscribed to abby as: thorpe@up.net > > >

i sent the group a dear Abby article and that was the catalyst that must've kicked me into "the zone" i promise to be a good girl. don't send me back. it gets lonely in there.....and dark. ...did you ever receive the letters about the pennies. carol t. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Kath" <mzmouser@earthlink.net> To: <FOLKLORE-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: May 13, 2000 6:19 AM Subject: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] Carol > Carol, are you here~? > Welcome Back~! > Kath > > Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> > ~`* `*' `*' `* `*' `*' *' `*' *' `*' `* `*' *' `*' ~~~ > "It's never too late to have a happy childhood." > -- Wayne Dyer > > > > > ==== FOLKLORE Mailing List ==== > Your Listresses: > Missi <Richiele3@aol.com> > Kath <mzmouser@earthlink.net> > »§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« >

This is an appropriate post, as a tribute to the passing of Pery Como, and his song, Penny's from Heaven. Thanks for the opportunity to tie the two togrther. Cece ----- Original Message ----- From: Carol Thorpe <thorpe@up.net> To: <FOLKLORE-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Sunday, May 13, 2001 10:30 AM Subject: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] Fw: DEAR ABBY - Thursday, May 10, 2001 > > ----- Original Message ----- > > Sent: May 10, 2001 8:44 PM > Subject: Fw: DEAR ABBY - Thursday, May 10, 2001 > > > > : > > > DEAR ABBY - Thursday, May 10, 2001 > > > > > > PENNIES FROM HEAVEN GIVE COMFORT TO MANY ON EARTH > > > > > > > > > DEAR ABBY: > > > This letter is in response to "Daughter of a Frugal Mom," who > > > received a birthday card from her mother containing a penny. > > > Two years ago my father passed away, leaving his wallet with > > > six pennies inside. There are six children in our family, and > > > the conclusion we reached was that he left one for each of us. > > > When she heard about it, our aunt (Dad's sister) presented us > > > with the following: "I am like a penny. Not a bad one, a very > > > bright one. Remember, I'll always turn up wherever you find a > > > penny anywhere. In the years to come, you'll pick one up and > > > say, 'There's Dad!' In time you'll have a thousand reminders > > > of how much you're loved." > > > Abby, countless times since that day, we have been reminded > > > in the most unusual and spontaneous ways that our dad is still > > > very much a part of our lives. -- KEEPING PENNIES IN MINNESOTA > > > > > > > > > DEAR KEEPING: > > > What a charming and comforting story. That letter generated a > > > flurry of mail. Read on: > > > > > > > > > DEAR ABBY: > > > My grandfather told me that when an angel misses you, he or > > > she will toss a penny down to tell you so. I believe it. > > > Right after the start of the new millennium, I unexpectedly > > > lost my life partner, Greg, from acute pancreatitis. He start- > > > ed feeling poorly on Jan. 2 and died a week later -- 18 days > > > before what would have been our 20th anniversary. > > > Greg's mother passed on only four months earlier. As he and > > > his sister were sorting through her belongings, they were > > > surprised to find some pennies in a very unlikely place. His > > > sister recalled how years before, their father -- long deceased > > > -- would sing "Pennies From Heaven," so they took it as a > > > sign that both of their parents were watching over them. > > > During the days that Greg was dying, I kept finding pennies > > > in strange places. Once, in the parking lot, I looked down > > > at what I thought was a shiny bracelet. It was six newly mint- > > > ed pennies lying in a perfect row -- one for his sister, her > > > husband, three children and myself. I found one in the hospital > > > corridor the day he died. It was in the center of a key chain > > > someone had twisted into the shape of a heart. > > > I continue to find pennies often -- especially when I'm feeling > > > blue. So, maybe the mother of "Daughter of a Frugal Mom" had > > > a premonition. -- TERRY IN GILBERT, ARIZ. > > > > > > > > > DEAR TERRY: > > > Perhaps. Please accept my sympathy for the unexpected loss of > > > your life partner. What a bittersweet story. Read on: > > > > > > > > > > > > DEAR ABBY: > > > The writer who inquired about the meaning of a penny her mother > > > sent her before she died may not have gotten it "for luck." > > > > > > > > > It seems more likely that the seemingly insignificant token > > > was a "penny for her thoughts," rather than the good luck > > > charm you suggested. > > > > > > > > > My mother sent me such a penny during my busiest college days. > > > I took the hint, and ever since have made sharing my busy adult > > > life with her a top priority. > > > > > > > > > I hope "Daughter" didn't wait until it was too late to stop > > > being frugal with the contact her mom wanted. -- LINDA'S > > > DAUGHTER, TULSA, OKLA. > > > > > > > > > DEAR DAUGHTER: > > > While that "hint" is a little too subtle for me, several other > > > people also mentioned it. I'll leave it up to my readers to > > > decide which explanation they prefer. Read on: > > > > > > > > > DEAR ABBY: > > > During World War II, my mother sent a penny to each of my > > > cousins who went off to fight. She put a notch in each penny > > > on the theory that "a bad penny always returns." One cousin > > > signed all his war mail, "Just a Bad Penny." Three of my cousins > > > were wounded, but all the "bad pennies" returned. > > > -- SID GOODMAN, PARAMUS, N.J. > > > > > > > > > DEAR SID: > > > I hope they invested them. By now they should have added up > > > to real money! > > > > > > > > > > > > Dear Abby is written by Pauline Phillips and daughter Jeanne > > > Phillips. > > > > > . > > > > > > COPYRIGHT 2001 UNIVERSAL PRESS SYNDICATE > > > > > > > > > ------------------------------------------------------------ > > > Questions... Comments... email us at: > > > <a href=" mailto:abby@shagmail.com ">Send us your comments</a> > > > ------------------------------------------------------------ > > *********************************************************** > > > > > > To SUBSCRIBE send blank email to: > > > <A HREF=" http://af1.shagmail.com/sub/sub-abby.html ">Subscribe</A> > > > ************************************************************ > > > > > ************************************************************ > > > > > > END OF DEAR ABBY > > > Copyright 2001 by Pulse Direct, Inc. All rights reserved. > > > Feel free to forward this, in its entirety, to others. > > > > > > This feature may not be reproduced or distributed > > > electronically, in print or otherwise without written > > > permission of Universal New Media and Universal Press > > > Syndicate. 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Today is Sunday, May 13th, the 133th day of 2001. There are 232 days left in the year. This is Mother's Day. HAPPY MOTHERS'S DAY TO ALL MOTHERS & GRANDMOTHERS! Today's Highlight in History: Twenty years ago, on May 13th, 1981, Pope John Paul the Second was shot and seriously wounded in St. Peter's Square by Turkish assailant Mehmet Ali Agca . On this date: In 1607, the English colony at Jamestown, Virginia, was settled. In 1842, composer Sir Arthur Sullivan, who collaborated with Sir William Gilbert in writing 14 comic operas, was born in London. In 1846, the United States declared that a state of war already existed against Mexico. In 1917, three peasant children near Fatima, Portugal, reported seeing a vision of the Virgin Mary. In 1918, the first US airmail stamps, featuring a picture of an airplane, were introduced. (On some of the stamps, the airplane was printed upside-down, making them collector's items.) In 1940, in his first speech as prime minister of Britain, Winston Churchill told the House of Commons, "I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat." In 1954, President Eisenhower signed into law the St. Lawrence Seaway Development Act. In 1954, the musical play "The Pajama Game" opened on Broadway. In 1958, Vice President Nixon's limousine was battered by rocks thrown by anti-US demonstrators in Caracas, Venezuela. In 1985, a confrontation between Philadelphia authorities and the radical group MOVE ended as police dropped an explosive onto the group's headquarters; eleven people died in the resulting fire. Ten years ago: South African black activist Winnie Mandela and two co-defendants were convicted of abducting four young black men and keeping them at her Soweto home. (After an appeal, Mrs. Mandela was ordered to pay a fine.) Five years ago: Recovery workers in the Florida Everglades retrieved the flight data recorder from ValuJet Flight 592. The Supreme Court unanimously struck down Rhode Island's ban on ads that list or refer to liquor prices, saying the law violated free-speech rights. A tornado killed more than 600 people in Bangladesh. One year ago: Explosions at a fireworks warehouse in the Netherlands killed 22 people and injured nearly one-thousand others. Today's Birthdays: Actress Beatrice Arthur is 75. Critic Clive Barnes is 74. Director-choreographer Herbert Ross is 74. Actor Harvey Keitel is 62. Actor Franklin Ajaye is 52. Singer Stevie Wonder is 51. Basketball player Dennis Rodman is 40. Country singer Lari White is 36. Singer Darius Rucker (Hootie and the Blowfish) is 35. Actress Susan Floyd is 33. Actress Samantha Morton is 24. "All that I am or hope to be I owe to my angel mother." -- President Abraham Lincoln. (Copyright 2001 by The Associated Press. All Rights Reserved.)

He wouldn't have NEARLY as much fun! LOL ***normal is highly over-rated!*** angie In a message dated 5/D/YY 11:16:28 PM EST, turkm@ij.net writes: << I swear I don't understand men! Tonight as bear was heading to bed, he put his hand on my shoulder to give me a smooch. Instead he stood back up and wistfully said, "I wonder what it would be like married to a normal woman?" HEY!! Why didn't he look first before he put his paw on my frog! Dumpy was on my shoulder first! Frogs have rights!! LOL >>

What Carol are you looking 4 LOL

Although Consumed by Fury, You Still Loved Us Although consumed by fury, you still loved us. At least that is the knowledge of my heart. Screaming like a child, you would beat us Until you snapped, and then the tears would start. "You know I love you," you would cry, demanding More of us through tears than with your fist. And we, through tears, would nod our understanding, Too bullied in our pain to dare resist. Yet now that you've been dead for many years, And I have wandered through my own vast hell, I see the desperate anguish in your tears And hope at last that I can love you well. For only in my love can your love be The love that once, I think, you had for me.

Mommy Kisses Each night I tuck you into bed I brush my hand across your head and in each tiny little fist I place a magic mommy kiss. Full of love and hope so bright To keep you safely through the night, Mommy kisses in your hand To guide you off to slumberland. If you should dream of monsters mean Or witches with faces masked in green, Of snakes that squeeze you oh-so-tight Or darkness with no sign of light. When nightmares hold you stiff with fear A part of mommy still is near. Just open up your hand and blow One of mommy kiss and nightmares go.

I swear I don't understand men! Tonight as bear was heading to bed, he put his hand on my shoulder to give me a smooch. Instead he stood back up and wistfully said, "I wonder what it would be like married to a normal woman?" HEY!! Why didn't he look first before he put his paw on my frog! Dumpy was on my shoulder first! Frogs have rights!! LOL