You Belong in Spring

Optimistic, lively, and almost always happy with the world... You can truly appreciate the blooming nature of spring. Whether you're planting flowers or dyeing Easter eggs, spring is definitely your season!

http://www.blogthings.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/  

What Season Are You?

Wait for the Guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you
back
>>when you hang up on him
who will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for
>>the guy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the
world >>when
>>you are in your sweats who holds your hand in front of his friends
Wait >>for
>>the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about
>>
>>
>>you and how lucky he is to have you. Wait for the one who turns to
>>hisfriends and says,"...that's her."

 Every night,someone thinks about you before they go to sleep.   

At least
>   >>
>   >>15 people in this world love you in some way.    The only reason
>   >>
>   >>someone would ever hate you is because they want to  be just
>   >>
>
  >>like you. There are at least 2 people in this world that would
>   >>
>   >>die for you.  You mean the world to someone.    Someone that you
>   >>
>   >>don't even know exists loves you.When you make the biggest
>   >>
>   >>mistake ever, something good comes from it.When you think the
>   >>
>   >>
>   >>world has turned its back  on you, take a look again.Always
>   >>
>   >>remember the compliments you received.  Forget the rude remarks.

The lyrics and the song are really good!!

Days are going faster than I ever could keep up
Overwhelming, the bed I've tried to make so perfectly
I surrender my hands beyond my head
You read me

There's a harvest buried in the bottom of the sky
And I'm thinking what will then become of you, i
Analyzing your moments when you're here
Unrepeating

You know well when it hits me
It could raise these bones again
And I wish that the rumbling
It would shake me 'til I'm still

If you're walking and nothing's turning out the way I planned
Armaggedon is flooding through the living room and
I, triumphant, stand off dead and tense
We didn't

Call it off now, dramatic as I'm ever going to be
Second chances are slipping off the cliffs of this defeat
And I'm packing my pack again without
My car keys

You know well when it hits me
It could raise these bones again
And I wish that the rumbling
It would shake me 'til I'm still

Say it like you mean
Mean it like you said it to me
Now it's out of his hands
You cant tear us apart
Because there's nothing to mend
You know well
You know well
You know well

When it hits me
It could raise these bones again
And I wish that the rumbling
It could shake me 'til I'm still

I got this though an email and I thought it was very good. Read on...

Here's to T-bone steaks, yellow roses and friendship.
READ THIS!!!! and then reread it. Especially the last part...

I walked into the grocery store not particularly interested in buying groceries. I wasn't hungry. The pain of losing my husband of 7 years was still too raw. And this grocery store held so many sweet memories.

He often came with me and almost every time he'd pretend to go off and look for something special. I knew what he was up to. I'd always spot him walking down the aisle with the three yellow roses in his hands.

He knew I loved yellow roses. With a heart filled with grief, I only wanted to buy my few items and leave, but even grocery shopping was different since he had passed on.

Shopping for one took time, a little more thought than it had for two.

Standing by the meat, I searched for the perfect small steak and remembered how he had loved his steak.

Suddenly a woman came beside me. She was blonde, slim and lovely in a soft green pantsuit. I watched as she picked up a large package of T-bones, dropped them in her basket, hesitated, and then put them back. She turned to go and once again reached for the pack of steaks.

She saw me watching her and she smiled. "My husband loves T-bones, but honestly, at these prices, I don't know."

I swallowed the emotion down my throat and met her pale blue eyes.

"My husband passed away eight days ago," I told her. Glancing at the package in her hands, I fought to control the tremble in my voice. "Buy him the steaks. And cherish every moment you have together."

She shook her head and I saw the emotion in her eyes as she placed the package in her basket and wheeled away.

I turned and pushed my cart across the length of the store to the dairy products. There I stood, trying to decide which size milk I should buy. I finally decided and moved on to the ice cream. If nothing else, I could always fix myself an ice cream cone.

I placed the ice cream in my cart and looked down the aisle toward the front. I saw first the green suit, then recognized the pretty lady coming towards me. In her arms she carried a package. On her face was the brightest smile I had ever seen. I would swear a soft halo encircled her blonde hair as she kept walking toward me, her eyes holding mine.

As she came closer, I saw what she held and tears began misting in my eyes. "These are for you," she said and placed three beautiful long stemmed yellow roses in my arms. "When you go through the line, they will know these are paid for." She leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek, then smiled again. I wanted to tell her what she'd done, what the roses meant, but still unable to speak, I watched as she walked away as tears clouded my vision.

I looked down at the beautiful roses nestled in the green tissue wrapping and found it almost unreal. How did she know? Suddenly the answer seemed so clear I wasn't alone.

Oh, you haven't forgotten me, have you? I whispered, with tears in my eyes. He was still with me, and she was his angel.

Every day be thankful for what you have and who you are.

Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings. Thank you, Lord, that I can hear. There are many who are deaf.

Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light as long as possible. Thank you, Lord, that I can see. Many are blind.

Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising. Thank you, Lord, that I have the strength to rise. There are many who are bedridden.

Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks are lost, toast is burned, tempers are short, and my children are so loud.

Thank you, Lord, for my family. There are many who are lonely.

Even though our breakfast table never looks like the picture in magazines and the menu is at times unbalanced.

Thank you, Lord, for the food we have. There are many who are hungry.

Even though the routine of my job often is monotonous. Thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to work. There are many who have no job.

Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my circumstances were not so modest.

Thank you, Lord, for life.

Friendship is a gift. A friend is someone who fills our lives with Beauty, Joy and Grace and makes the world we live in a better and happier place.

YOU ARE MY FRIEND!

God bless you and yours.

Take a minute to read this, good story


THE CAB RIDE



Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, and then drive away.

But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself.

So I walked to the door and knocked. "Just a minute", answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.



After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie.



By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.



There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters In the corner was a cardboa rd box filled with photos and glassware.



"Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.



She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.



She kept thanking me for my kindness. "It's nothing", I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated".



"Oh, you're such a good boy", she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, and then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?"



"It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly.



"Oh, I don't mind," she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice".



I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. "I don't have any family left," she continued. "The doctor says I don't have very long." I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.



"What route would you like me to take?" I asked.



For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.



We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

 As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I'm tired. Let's go now"

We drove in silence to the address she had given me.It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.



"How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse.



"Nothing," I said



"You have to make a living," she answered. "There are other passengers," I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.

"You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said.



"Thank you."



I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life



I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift?



What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?


On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

For a laugh or just a story, read this!!

A wealthy old lady decides to go on a safari in Africa, taking her
faithful, aged, and grey-muzzle Doberman named Max along for company.

One day the doberman starts chasing butterflies and before long, Max
discovers that he's lost. Wandering about, he notices a leopard heading
rapidly in his direction with the intention of having lunch.

The old dog thinks, "Oh, oh! I'm in deep doo-doo now!" Noticing some
bones on the ground close by, he immediately settles down to chew on the
bones with his back to the approaching cat. Just as the leopard is about to
leap the old grey-muzzle doberman exclaims loudly,
"Boy, that was one delicious leopard!  I wonder if there are any more around here?"'

Hearing this, the young leopard halts his attack in mid-strike, a
look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees. "Whew!",
says the leopard, "That was close! That old dog nearly had me!"

Meanwhile, a monkey who had been watching the whole scene from a
nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for
protection from the leopard. So off he goes, but the old doberman sees him
heading after the leopard with great speed, and figures that something must
be up.

The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beans and strikes a
deal for himself with the leopard.

The young leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says,
"Here, monkey, hop on my back and see what's going to happen to that
conniving canine!"

Now, the old doberman sees the leopard coming with the monkey on his
back and thinks, "What am I going to do now?", but instead of running, the
dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn't seen them
yet, and just when they get close enough to hear, the old dog says:

"Where's that monkey? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another
leopard!"

Somethings to think about as a person 

Did you know that those who appear to be very strong in heart, are > real weak and most susceptible? > > Did you know that those who spend their time protecting others are > the ones that really need someone to protect them? > >

Did you know that the three most difficult things to say are: > > I love you, Sorry, and Help me. > >

 Did you know that those who dress in red are more confident in themselves? > >

 Did you know that those who dress in yellow are those that enjoy > their beauty? > >

Did you know that those who dress in black, are those who want to > be unnoticed and need your help and understanding? > >

Did you know that when you help someone, the help is returned in two-fold? > >

 Did you know that it's easier to say what you feel in writing than > saying it to someone in the face? But did you know that it has more > value when you say it to their face? > >

 Did you know that if you ask for something in faith, your wishes > are granted? > >

Did you know that you can make your dreams come true, like falling > in love, becoming rich, staying healthy, if you ask for it by faith, > and if you really knew, you'd be surprised by what you could do. > >

 But, don't believe everything I tell you, until you try it for > yourself, if you know someone that is in need of something that I > mentioned, and you know that you can help, you'll see that it will be returned in two-fold. > > 

 The road to success is not straight. There is a curve called > Failure, a loop called Confusion, speed bumps called Friends, red > lights called Enemies, yellow lights called Family. You will have > flats called Jobs. But, if you have a spare called Determination, an > engine called Perseverance, insurance called Faith, a driver called Jesus, you will make it to a place called Success.

Ok, so I have part of a song stuck in my head and I like the song a lot so I will write it down cuz I am random like that.

"When you call my name its like a little prayer

Down on my knees I wanna take you there

In the midnight hour"

So yah..... oh well, i suck at bloggin, whats new?