nothing there how do we be a good wife? pam

--------------------- Forwarded message: Subj: Fwd: Good Words Do not respond to all Date: 97-08-12 14:44:48 EDT From: Vivian3039 To: BEEZMOM,JONICK5029,KrisKrazy To: SHERRYLEEF,Sony116,My3cherubs To: ASTA164,DWaltersjr,Lizziliz --------------------- Forwarded message: Subj: Fwd: Good Words Date: 97-08-12 12:17:45 EDT From: SmartMa To: Luvbeamer,Mr MomMD,MRogers901 To: Vivian3039,BrendaBau,KZissimos To: Jobilove,ReneeRM,MEGBRAN Something I received today, Hope you all like it. Heather << Kurt Vonnegut's Commencement Address at MIT: Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97: Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine. Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing every day that scares you. Sing. Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss. Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself. Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements. Stretch. Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone. Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's. Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own. Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room. Read the directions, even if you don't follow them. Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out. Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth. But trust me on the sunscreen. >> --------------------- Forwarded message: Subj: Fwd: Good Words Date: 97-08-12 07:14:20 EDT From: Gkonetzni To: TimSwany,TimCWag,JLINS To: [email protected],Monbugmug To: [email protected],TWO3NGROUP To: [email protected] To: [email protected] To: [email protected] To: [email protected] To: [email protected] To: [email protected] To: [email protected] To: [email protected] To: [email protected] To: [email protected],Piercepaws To: [email protected],TamiBWag To: [email protected],SmartMa,BLHAAR To: [email protected] --------------------- Forwarded message: Subj: Good Words Date: 97-08-11 21:10:06 EDT From: Obie301 To: Gkonetzni,TellKel,Carolmom Kurt Vonnegut's Commencement Address at MIT: Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97: Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine. Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing every day that scares you. Sing. Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss. Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself. Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements. Stretch. Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone. Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's. Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own. Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room. Read the directions, even if you don't follow them. Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out. Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth. But trust me on the sunscreen.

Cool! I trust your decision! Would someone drop because of this? Hummmmmm. OK Forgive my comp illiteraness ;)

You know I'm not offeneded, just totally confused.......but I guesss I'll figure it out! ;)

I'm with you Kimmie, I love ALL the mail. Keep it coming. Love, Kim (KimbrlyDwn)

I did not get the meat of the email. Kimmie

--------------------- Forwarded message: Subj: Re: Too much mail!!!!! Date: 97-08-15 20:33:34 EDT From: Kimmie1849 To: [email protected] I don't want to offend anyone, but I thought that was what group two was all about. If you did not want all the extra stuff. I personally like getting all the mail. I actually thought that I had not been getting very much lately. I had hoped the mail would pick up. If you guys decied not to continue writing as much for the whole group to read can you still send lots of stuff via my email address. Like I have said before, you all are one of my only connections to the church right now. Thanks a Billion Zillion Kimmie

Sisters, Do I need to put you on a time out? Enough already. What was said is said and its over. now everyone hug and kiss or you will have to stay in the corner until you can be nice to each other. When I was little, my sister and I would have to hold hands with a boy (yuck) but Im afraid most of you would like that so I wont use that as a punishment. We are sisters, and as sisters sometimes we disagree. Thats normal and expected. We all have our own opinions and thoughts and that is why this group is so wonderful. We also love each other and need each other. I want my big happy family back together again. I basically grew up as a only child and love having such a big group of sisters that I can call (email) anytime I need to. I dont want any one leaving or having hurt feelings. My life is in such termoil right now and I need this group more than I can say. Can we please be a happy family again? Deidre

I agree that it is a lot of mail. I think that for general chit chat we should use the chat room Momz in Zion. This could be where we discuss what's been sent and it would not bog everyone down with all this mail. Chat rooms are designed for ongoing discussions. Or we could break up into smaller groups. Honey Beach

Faith, I thought and thought after I wrote to you, and this is what I came up with, you can use it as is, or whatever. They are just my ideas, I don't want to step on any toes, after reading today's mail, I think that everyone is looking for a solution to the problem. I hope these suggestions help. I put it into a format that should get their attention, I don't know if it will or not. <G> Audrey ATTENTION SISTERS! DON'T QUIT THE GROUP YET! We are all getting mail that is not meant for us. I have 3 suggestions to help alleviate this problem. 1) When you reply to a letter, PLEASE MAKE SURE THE NAME YOU INTEND to reply to APPEARS in the TO: box. 2) If you are responding to a thread, make sure the subject in your letter matches the SUBJECT: box. This will allow sisters who don't care to read about certain subjects to delete letters that aren't of interest to them. 3) ONE THREAD at a time. If a thread is going, don't start another one, wait until threads die before starting another one. Some of us have limited time on the computer, and would like to spend more time chatting. As it is I spend hours online, and haven't gone into a chat room for over a month. Also, many of us have limited contact with the Church, and need this group. Please let's fix this mail situation, so we can all enjoy our time on the computer. Thank you!

I agree 100% Brenda ---------- From: [email protected][SMTP:[email protected]] Sent: Friday, August 15, 1997 12:43 PM To: [email protected] Subject: Too much mail!!!!! Sisters, I don't know what to do here. I am overwhelmed by all of this mail. I don't want to quit the group - but since we started this new e-mail system I get way, way, way too much mail!!!!! I have to set my priorities straight here. I usually check my mail in the morning -and what used to take me about 20 minutes to go through and feel inspired about - now takes me about an hour and a half - and I have been going away feeling dragged down by all of the negativity from the recent arguments online. :-( Is there anyway that we can limit what we send out to mostly motivational and uplifting stories and thoughts - and not just plain old correspondances. I just can't keep up. I am desperate here Sisters - I do NOT want to quit this wonderful group - but I HAVE to straighten out my priorities. Anyone agree with me? Love you all, Tiffani (tiff333)

Sisters, I don't know what to do here. I am overwhelmed by all of this mail. I don't want to quit the group - but since we started this new e-mail system I get way, way, way too much mail!!!!! I have to set my priorities straight here. I usually check my mail in the morning -and what used to take me about 20 minutes to go through and feel inspired about - now takes me about an hour and a half - and I have been going away feeling dragged down by all of the negativity from the recent arguments online. :-( Is there anyway that we can limit what we send out to mostly motivational and uplifting stories and thoughts - and not just plain old correspondances. I just can't keep up. I am desperate here Sisters - I do NOT want to quit this wonderful group - but I HAVE to straighten out my priorities. Anyone agree with me? Love you all, Tiffani (tiff333)

Dear Sister, I too feel that we are getting too much mail that is directed toward one person. I love the group and love getting mail, but the amount of mail directed as a response to one particular person is overwhelming. Please, if you are responding to one person only, don't use the Gen-Rooters-L address. Send it instead to the persons own email address instead. This will help cut down on space and time going through all the mail that we aren't necessarily supposed to read. I do like the new system though for writing to all the sisters at once. It is more convienient and time saving... not to mention I no longer have to worry about figuring out the address book! I hope also that we can clear the air soon and get rid of the contention in the group. I am afraid if it goes on much longer I will not be able to stay in and will have to remove my name from the list. It's not that I think I am better than anyone, just that I know HF doesn't want us to live with contention... we all know where it comes from and it is a sin we must all repent from. I love you all dear sisters and hope to spend more time getting to know you and serving you in some capacity. Love, Tamara (TAMARALDS)

Hello sisters My special memory is only 2 weeks old !! Two weeks ago (as of tomorrow) my son stepped off of an airplane, returning from an honorably served mission in Argentina. He was such a beautiful sight to this moms eyes. My husband is a non member, and I have raised my 3 children in the church alone for 24 years. My oldest daughter is inactive (25 years old) and moved to Salt Lake City last Friday after getting a job transfer (we live in California). My husband did not handle my sons mission AT ALL and gave our family and my son alot of grief over it, but I knew that there was a reason that Satan was working so hard. My son served a wonderful mission, and was able to teach and baptize many people. His life was truly blessed and so was mine. I gained so much strength, because of the opposition that we faced and my testimony grew even stronger, and I am very greatful for that. My son said that his greatest convert was himself. He has grown so much, and his testimony is so strong. it was not easy to raise 3 kids alone in the gospel, but my Heavenly Father was always there and I knew that he would always be there to help me. I thank him for bringing my son home safe to me. Dianne

I'm sorry, but I can't remember who asked the question who said "We are not human beings having spiritual experience, we are Spiritual Beings having a Human experience" was my Marvin Payne. I just barely came across it on the internet. It is under Latter-Day Saints Magazines. Stacy

Thanks for sharing that story. I am very sorry for their family as well as happy for them too. They will never fully overcome everything they have been through, but they will be stonger for it. Love ya Kimmie

OK, It is me AGAIN. I've never sent this much stuff out but for some reason I keep finding great things. This really made me think that not everything is measured monetarily. I hope you like it too. Love, Kim (KimbrlyDwn) << THE GIRL I USE TO BE She came tonight as I sat alone, The girl I used to be... And she gazed at me with her earnest eye And questioned reproachfully: Have you forgotten the many plans And hopes that I had for you? The great career, the splendid fame, all the wonderful things to do? Where is the mansion of stately height With all of its gardens rare? The silken robes that I dreamed for you And the jewels in your hair? And as she spoke, I was very sad For I wanted her pleased with me... This slender girl from the shadowy past The girl that I used to be. So gently rising, I took her hand, And guided her up the stair Where peacefully sleeping, my babies lay Innocent, sweet, and fair. And I told her that these are my only gems, And precious they are to me; That silken robe is my motherhood Of costly simplicity. And my mansion of stately height is love, And the only career I know Is serving each day in these sheltered walls For the dear ones who come and go. And as I spoke to my shadowy guest, She smiled through her tears at me. And I saw the woman that I am now Pleased the girl that I used to be. Author Unknown >> --------------------- Forwarded message: Subj: Thoughts Date: 97-08-15 13:08:11 EDT From: Shadysha Katberto sent this to me............. Imagine there is a bank which credits your account each morning with $86,400, carries over no balance from day to day, allows you to keep no cash balance, and every evening cancels whatever part of the amount you had failed to use during the day. What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course! Well, everyone has such a bank. Its name is TIME. Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft. Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the records of the day. If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours. There is no going back. There is no drawing against the "tomorrow". You must live in the present on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness and success! The clock is running. Make the most of today.. To realize the value of ONE YEAR Ask a student who has failed his exam. To realize the value of ONE MONTH Ask a mother who has given birth to a pre-mature baby. To realize the value of ONE WEEK Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper. To realize the value of ONE DAY Ask a daily wage laborer who has ten kids to feed. To realize the value of ONE HOUR Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet To realize the value of ONE MINUTE Ask a person who has missed the train. To realize the value of ONE SECOND Ask the person who has won a silver medal in Olympics. Treasure every moment that you have! And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special.. special enough to have your time... and remember time waits for no one. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Katberto sent this to me............... THE GIRL I USE TO BE She came tonight as I sat alone, The girl I used to be... And she gazed at me with her earnest eye And questioned reproachfully: Have you forgotten the many plans And hopes that I had for you? The great career, the splendid fame, all the wonderful things to do? Where is the mansion of stately height With all of its gardens rare? The silken robes that I dreamed for you And the jewels in your hair? And as she spoke, I was very sad For I wanted her pleased with me... This slender girl from the shadowy past The girl that I used to be. So gently rising, I took her hand, And guided her up the stair Where peacefully sleeping, my babies lay Innocent, sweet, and fair. And I told her that these are my only gems, And precious they are to me; That silken robe is my motherhood Of costly simplicity. And my mansion of stately height is love, And the only career I know Is serving each day in these sheltered walls For the dear ones who come and go. And as I spoke to my shadowy guest, She smiled through her tears at me. And I saw the woman that I am now Pleased the girl that I used to be. Author Unknown ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER by Erma Bombeck I would have talked less and listened more. I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded. I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the firepace. I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth. I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed. I would have burned the pink candle sculped like a rose before it melted in storage. I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains. I would have cried and laughed less while watching television - and more while watching life. I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband. I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day. I would never and bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime. Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle. When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner." There would have been more "I love yous".. more "I'm sorrys".. but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute.. look at it and really see it.. live it.. and never give it back. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hope you enjoyed!!!!! Shadysha (Janet)

I got this from another newsletter I get about the soap opera I watch (Days of Our Lives). Anyway, I thought this especially thought provoking. I hope you all do too. I don't do the daily thought, I'm just sending this out because I liked it. Maybe it can get our minds on something more constructive. Love, Kim (KimbrlyDwn) << Imagine there is a bank which credits your account each morning with $86,400, carries over no balance from day to day, allows you to keep no cash balance, and every evening cancels whatever part of the amount you had failed to use during the day. What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course! Well, everyone has such a bank. Its name is TIME. Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft. Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the records of the day. If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours. There is no going back. There is no drawing against the "tomorrow". You must live in the present on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness and success! The clock is running. Make the most of today.. To realize the value of ONE YEAR Ask a student who has failed his exam. To realize the value of ONE MONTH Ask a mother who has given birth to a pre-mature baby. To realize the value of ONE WEEK Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper. To realize the value of ONE DAY Ask a daily wage laborer who has ten kids to feed. To realize the value of ONE HOUR Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet To realize the value of ONE MINUTE Ask a person who has missed the train. To realize the value of ONE SECOND Ask the person who has won a silver medal in Olympics. Treasure every moment that you have! And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special.. special enough to have your time... and remember time waits for no one. >> --------------------- Forwarded message: Subj: Thoughts Date: 97-08-15 13:08:11 EDT From: Shadysha Katberto sent this to me............. Imagine there is a bank which credits your account each morning with $86,400, carries over no balance from day to day, allows you to keep no cash balance, and every evening cancels whatever part of the amount you had failed to use during the day. What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course! Well, everyone has such a bank. Its name is TIME. Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft. Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the records of the day. If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours. There is no going back. There is no drawing against the "tomorrow". You must live in the present on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness and success! The clock is running. Make the most of today.. To realize the value of ONE YEAR Ask a student who has failed his exam. To realize the value of ONE MONTH Ask a mother who has given birth to a pre-mature baby. To realize the value of ONE WEEK Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper. To realize the value of ONE DAY Ask a daily wage laborer who has ten kids to feed. To realize the value of ONE HOUR Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet To realize the value of ONE MINUTE Ask a person who has missed the train. To realize the value of ONE SECOND Ask the person who has won a silver medal in Olympics. Treasure every moment that you have! And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special.. special enough to have your time... and remember time waits for no one. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Katberto sent this to me............... THE GIRL I USE TO BE She came tonight as I sat alone, The girl I used to be... And she gazed at me with her earnest eye And questioned reproachfully: Have you forgotten the many plans And hopes that I had for you? The great career, the splendid fame, all the wonderful things to do? Where is the mansion of stately height With all of its gardens rare? The silken robes that I dreamed for you And the jewels in your hair? And as she spoke, I was very sad For I wanted her pleased with me... This slender girl from the shadowy past The girl that I used to be. So gently rising, I took her hand, And guided her up the stair Where peacefully sleeping, my babies lay Innocent, sweet, and fair. And I told her that these are my only gems, And precious they are to me; That silken robe is my motherhood Of costly simplicity. And my mansion of stately height is love, And the only career I know Is serving each day in these sheltered walls For the dear ones who come and go. And as I spoke to my shadowy guest, She smiled through her tears at me. And I saw the woman that I am now Pleased the girl that I used to be. Author Unknown ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER by Erma Bombeck I would have talked less and listened more. I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded. I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the firepace. I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth. I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed. I would have burned the pink candle sculped like a rose before it melted in storage. I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains. I would have cried and laughed less while watching television - and more while watching life. I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband. I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day. I would never and bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime. Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle. When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner." There would have been more "I love yous".. more "I'm sorrys".. but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute.. look at it and really see it.. live it.. and never give it back. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hope you enjoyed!!!!! Shadysha (Janet)