If you know me, you know how much relevance this holds to my life.
Be aware that what you chase
may not be worth catching.
If you cheat for it,
you will come to resent it.
If you steal it,
it will haunt you.
What you work hard for
may become the sweetest thing in life.
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Livin’ the good life
Quote of the Day:
“I must have done something really good in my previous life to get such great karma to have you as a best friend!” – Len
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I’m here at the beach in North Carolina, after a lovely two-day drive complete with nasty fast food, creepy rest areas for Arabella, and my Mom’s awful incessant singing to her CDs (after she fumbles around with the CDs for a good ten minutes because she refuses to join the 21st century and get an iPod.) We stopped in Louisville overnight, where Arabella lived quite the good life in the Sheraton. I have pictures of her all comfy in the hotel room, but I’m too lazy to upload them tonight so I’ll post them later.
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Pretty much nothing stellar exciting has happened to us yet, except for the awesome rain and the fact that our air conditioner went out about two hours ago. My mother called the rental company, who sent out a maintenance man this late at night even though the owners of the house apparently don’t have a maintenance plan with the rental company. And all I have to say to that is, HAHA, you are SCREWED you cheap people! Because this house is booked solid till September and there is something very wrong with the central AC. Very wrong meaning they’re likely going to have to get it replaced. In the meantime, the maintenance man gave us two snazzy window AC units, the two best ones he had in fact, because we are “such nice people”.
Duh, Kansans rock, man.
OH OH! Speaking of Kansans. We were at a restaurant today, and guess what we saw out the window? A guy walking to his car wearing a KU shirt! And getting into a car with a Kansas license plate! A Johnson County license plate (gag), but nevertheless, SOMEONE ELSE FROM KANSAS COMES HERE! This is such a small world.
Love.
A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell.
He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups and set
about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard.
As he was driving the last nail into the post, he
felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into
the eyes of a little boy.
“Mister,” he said, “I want to buy one of your puppies.”
“Well,” said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat
off the back of his neck, “These puppies come
from fine parents and cost a good deal of money.”
The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then
reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a
handful of change and held it up to the farmer.
“I’ve got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?”
“Sure,” said the farmer. And with that he
let out a whistle. “Here, Dolly!” he called.
Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran
Dolly followed by four little balls of fur.
The little boy pressed his face against the chain
link fence. His eyes danced with delight. As the
dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy
noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse.
Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably
smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat
awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the
others, doing its best to catch up…
“I want that one,” the little boy said, pointing to the
runt. The farmer knelt down at the boy’s side and said,
“Son, you don’t want that puppy. He will never be able
to run and play with you like these other dogs would.”
With that the little boy stepped back from the fence,
reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his
trousers.
In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both
sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe.
Looking back up at the farmer, he said, “You see sir, I don’t
run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands.”
With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached
down and picked up the little pup.
Holding it carefully he handed it to the little boy.
“How much?” asked the little boy. “No charge,”
answered the farmer, “There’s no charge for love.”
The world is full of people who need someone who understands.
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I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car; I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you’re always right; I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh… even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it that you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call.
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you…
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
