worst flower shops i placed a order (3 dozen roses) with proflowers on may 5th to have flowers delivered to my mother for her birthday & mothers day i paid alot of money to have them delivered on may 8th the day went by with out no delivery around late afternoon I called them to find out whats the status well turns out it can't be delivered till may 11 so I had to cancel the order then they transfered me to one of there other florists called floristexpress I talked to them they said they were getting quite a few transfers from proflower,I got a second guarantee they would be delivered on May 9th. well by 4 in the afternoon the flowers were not delivered yet so I called them and they said it couldn't be delivered they said it could be delivered on monday oh I was so so upset cause mom gets no flowers for her birthday or mother's day I'm so bummed*<)8;,,(

thanks for listening from Albertina in North Pole that wants mom in Juneau to have flowers

Kid Rock (National Guard) - Warrior

Old Age, I decided, is a gift.
I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be.. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don't
agonize over those things for long.





I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become kinder
to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making
my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.

I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 &70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.



I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.


They, too, will get old. I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the import ant things.


Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers,
or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.



I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face.
So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.



As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I sh all eat dessert every single day(if I feel like it).

MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!




MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE AND IN YOUR HEART FOREVER AND EVER!FRIENDS FOREVER!

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Merry Christmas everyone!