I have a design in which we drop a breast into a dishful of blamange (it would be such a waste of tiramisu!) which mamages (pardon the pun) to take a 3D pic of said breast.
Now, wouldn't that be better? Especially if the male nurse offers to remove the offending blamange???
An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole, which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water, at the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.
After 2 years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house."
The old woman smiled, "Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house."
Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.
SO, to all of my crackpot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!
And send this to any or all of your crackpot friends :o)x
...to my self-indulgence the other night! And I want to say a big thank you to each of you, but doubt I could manage without explosions of tears !
I don't mean to go beating myself up again (though it is really easy to do!).........but yesterday morning i felt such embarassment at being so self-indulgent as to lay my pain on strangers.
I really do apologise, it seems so terribly selfish to creat a thread just to cry into!
Yesterday morning my boy and I went swimming and he was such a joy..as always...and I chastised myself again for seeming to seek pity when ours is a really beautiful, blessed situation.
I am involved in organisations geared to help out, and so far I seem to have managed positively - or determinedly as one friend puts it - but lately I seem to have lost my smile. My humour has gone off on some bluddy sabatical! and been replaced with and sense of overwhelming ineptitude in dealing with all that comes with Autism. It's just so all-consuming.
I just wanted to post a very sincere hug and thanks to each of you who sent me their kindness....I am so very grateful for it, - though still embarrassed I actually sought it out here!
I resign myself now to considering some respite...though how I don't know. Perhaps if I wish hard enough....?? lol.
A friend sent me a story about a 'cracked pot', and I'll post it in a separate thread if you want to look out for it.
Worst date...would have to be when I was 18, and a guy came to collect me - in his dad's Bentley.
I lived in a council flat...and all the neighbours were up at their windows as we left for the car....(great!)
He holds open the door for me (an unkown on our council estate), and then gets in himself, - turns the key, - and the engine wouldn't start!!! Not a bluddy peep!
My Mum and Dad had to come and and give us a shove down the street!!
The rest of the night didn't go too well either. I got a taxi home.
Hiya...Seriously...get rid of those pills! Just cause someone in a white coat wrote the prescription does not mean they really know what they're doing!
They have no idea how medication can affect an individual, and unless you take responsibility for what goes into your body...and I get that you want relief from the IBS....your will be just another statistic in a book.
Tell your Doctor what's happening! Say you want another opinion. Demand it. It's your right.
Also, I'd very seriously recommend a visit to a Homeopath, - so, it may cost a bit more. But it's all natural, - and it is your body, as your wellbeing that's at risk.
1) No matter how hard you try, you can't baptise cats. 2) When your Mum is mad at your Dad, don't let her brush your hair. 3) If your sister hits you, don't hit her back. They always catch the second person. 4) Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato. 5) You can't trust dogs to watch your food. 6) Don't sneeze when someone is cutting your hair. 7) Never hold a Dust-Buster and a cat at the same time. 8) You can't hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk. 9) Don't wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts. 10) The best place to be when you're sad is Grandpa's lap.
GREAT TRUTHS THAT ADULTS HAVE LEARNED:
1) Raising teenagers is like nailing jelly to a tree. 2) Wrinkles don't hurt. 3) Families are like fudge...mostly sweet, with a few nuts. 4) Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground. 5) Laughing is good exercise. It's like jogging on the inside. 6) Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fibre, not the toy.
GREAT TRUTHS ABOUT GROWING OLD
1) Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional. 2) Forget the health food. I need all the preservatives I can get. 3) When you fall down, you wonder what else you can do while you're down there. 4) You're getting old when you get the same sensation from a rocking chair that you once got from a roller coaster. 5) It's frustrating when you know all the answers but nobody bothers to ask you the questions. 6) Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician. 7) Wisdom comes with age, but sometimes age comes alone.
THE FOUR STAGES OF LIFE:
1) You believe in Santa Claus. 2) You don't believe in Santa Claus. 3) You are Santa Claus. 4) You look like Santa Claus.
SUCCESS:
At age 4 success is . . . not piddling in your pants. At age 12 success is . . . having friends. At age 17 success is . . having a drivers licence. At age 35 success is . . having money. At age 50 success is . . . having money. At age 70 success is . .. . having a drivers licence. At age 75 success is . . . having friends. At age 80 success is . . . not piddling in your pants.
Pass this on to someone who could use a laugh.
Always remember to forget the troubles that pass your way; BUT NEVER forget the blessings that come each day.
Am soooohhh happy to say I feel soh much better tonight! I realise many of you have been having probs with too much water cascading through the front door, and I've just been feeling really 'pissed' (pardon the pun) at the incessant rain, grey skies, and 'dreech'!
However, at last we have the sun cascading through the sky from the north west....and I'm delighted!! I don't get thes S.A.D. disorder, but I clearly get VERY fed up with constant grey skies. Yyuuuccchhhhhh!
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lol.
RE: What would you do if you woke up on a bed of nails?
Bleed, .....likely.