This was sent to me via email today. Not intended to upset the men but posting this so that us mothers can have a good laugh and remember how we ROCK!!

Six married men will be dropped on an island with one car and 3 kids each for six weeks.

Each kid will play two sports and take either music or dance classes.

There is no fast food.

Each man must take care of his 3 kids;

keep his assigned house clean, correct all homework, complete science projects, cook, do laundry,
and pay a list of ‘pretend’ bills with not enough money. In addition,each man will have to budget enough
money for groceries each week.

Each man must remember the birthdays of all their friends and relatives, and send cards out on time–no emailing.

Each man must also take each child to a doctor’s appointment, a dentist appointment and a haircut appointment.

He must make one unscheduled and inconvenient visit per child to the Emergency Room.

He must also make cookies or cupcakes for a school function.

Each man will be responsible for decorating his own assigned house, planting flowers outside,
and keeping it presentable at all times.

The men will only have access to television when the kids are asleep and all chores are done.

The men must shave their legs, wear makeup daily, adorn themselves with jewelry, wear uncomfortable yet stylish shoes,
keep fingernails polished, and eyebrows groomed.

During one of the six weeks, the men will have to endure severe abdominal cramps, backaches, headaches,

have extreme, unexplained mood swings but never once complain or slow down from other duties.

They must attend weekly school meetings and church, and find time at least once to spend

the afternoon at the park or a similar setting.

They will need to read a book to the kids each night and in the morning,

feed them, dress them, brush their teeth and comb their hair by 7:30 am.

A test will be given at the end of the six weeks, and each father will be required to knowall of the following information:

each child’s birthday, height, weight,shoe size, clothes size, doctor’s name, the child’s weight at birth,

length, time of birth, and length of labor, each child’s favorite color, middle name, favorite snack, favorite song,

favorite drink, favorite toy, biggest fear, and what they want to be when they grow up.

The kids vote them off the island based on performance.

The last man wins only if…

he still has enough energy to be intimate with his spouse at a moment’s notice.

If the last man does win, he can play the game over and over and over again for the next 18-25 years,

eventually earning the right to be called Mother!

Author Unknown

Thanks for dropping in!

Wishing you lots of chocolate from the bunny and rest and relaxation while we enjoy the weekend with our families and friends. I am thankful for Jesus and all he did for us.

It has been a very busy couple of weeks for us. We having been trying to find the energy to get things done around the house. I have been so exhausted after work. The good news is I can feel my lungs are getting stronger.  The last cold really settled there. We had really wanted to take off camping this weekend but it just did not happen and I am glad since the rain has hit. With the kids I like the sunshine out so they can truly enjoy the fun! We are heading out for the may long weekend and I will keep preparing toward that goal as I am so excited. The Lengert’s are joining us and Niki and I hope to do a little shopping.
We have some big birthdays coming up my cousin Dean is 40 next month, Andie’s mother celebrates her 70th and then on  to my Andie turning the big 40!!! We have lots of  fun stuff in the works. It is going to be a fun summer and we plan to fit in a lot of play time even though we are all working lots~

Happy Easter everyone!!

Easter spells out beauty, the rare beauty of new life. ~S.D. Gordon

Today we gathered to say good-bye to a friend and co-worker, Laura. It was amazing turn out once again from our Overwaitea family. It is in these moments of sorrow that we remember just how special our family is. In our fellowship together we were reminded that no matter how short our journeys we must live them well.
Laura was a fun loving woman who lived her life just as she wanted to. She lived from her heart and loved from her soul. Many of us remember and will continue to remember the laughs shared with Laura and the found memories. We were blessed to have spent some of her life with her.
Most people go through life never experiencing something so precious as the love of a family. I am thankful for having such a wonderful home family and on top of that my OFG family. There is a unique and special store here in Chilliwack that bonds the people together and unites us forever. Together we laugh, we have cried and mourned, and together we can do anything. Our spirits make our work place special. I am thankful for this.
Today, I was reminded, of the blessings I have. The memories I have in my life and the moments that make it a life worth living.
I pray that Laura will rest with our Lord in the Kingdom. I pray that Laura’s life will be a testament to many that have grieved for her….to live life to the fullest and from the heart.

And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.

Abraham Lincoln

A good heart is better then all the heads in the world.
Edward Buliver-Lytton

I received this story via email. Sometimes these stories are so worth the read. What would you have done?

I arrived at the address where someone had requested a taxi. I honked but no one came out. I honked again, nothing. 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 90′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 cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, and 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.

PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID, BUT THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.

Just my thoughts for the day. Thanks for stopping in.

As the year comes to end and people start to make their New Years Resolution’s I find my self in a very content place. Life is but a journey and I hopped on for the ride. I used to plan everything. I mean everything. From every penny I spent to every minute of my life. I still love to plan things and I do have goals for the year to come…but I find i they are a  lot more flexible then they used to be. I really do enjoy the curves life may throw me and I must admit I like a little spontaneity in my life these days. I like throwing out my schedule and packing the picnic lunches and off to the beach or anywhere else I may get the urge to go. My resolution’s do not change anymore they are the same goals…to relax, to love, to spend more time with my family and to BE happy. Oh and of course to Scrap more. They seem simple enough but sometimes the hustle and bustle of the day seems to get in my way.

So I offer one advice to all my friends and readers…love it! Love life, love yourself and treasure the moments you live.

Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.

Henry David Thoreau

SLOW DANCE

Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You’d better slow down.
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.

Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask “How are you?”
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You’d better slow down
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.

Ever told your child,
We’ll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say “Hi”?
You’d better slow down.
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift….
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.

The poem was written by David L. Weatherford and published by the Russ Berrie Company in 1991

A part of life that is never easy is saying good bye to a loved one and friend. Today many team members from PriceSmart and Save-on-Foods said good bye to an honorary team member. Our friend, our angel. Marie was an incredible lady who devoted her life to being a good person and thinking of others first. Her celebration of life was a beautiful remembrance of her. I was glad to know her.

You always hope that we learn something from  the moments that we live.  Life isn’t a journey to be wasted it is a journey to be appreciated. Have fun, love, laugh, enjoy the moments we have been given. Don’t sweat the small stuff. Try not to stress. Learn from your mistakes. Be thankful. Say sorry. Cry when you need to. You always hear me use expressive words and you will always see me smile even when life’s bad. I do this because I want to be an example of how we can treasure each day, each moment.

Quote of the day:

” What matters is that you’ve loved; not because of the things that influenced you but that you’ve loved because it comes from your heart and it’s true.”
Written in 2009 by Dengsai L. — Philippines

“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It is about learning to dance in the rain.”

Niki had this quote posted yesterday on her twitter page and it is very fitting for the way I live. I also have a passion for rain! I wanted to share this with all you fellow scrappers out there and my friends!

Enjoy your weekend….:)

Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, and the things you never want to lose.

I received this quote in an email yesterday. I am making it the quote of the day. I find it so fitting to me. This quote represents all of us scrappers and well, me. I treasure my life. I treasure my family. When I get down I think about the memories that make me happy and let those events make me happy again. I think life is what we make it. The bad times make the good times -Good.

I think I will use this quote on a scrapbook page. Andie was a busy bee last night sorting out our computer/scrapbook room. I was excited he moved his section around and I really like the change. I am now able to get in to my section since the trailer storage stuff is back in the triler. Tonight I will work on cleaning the few things I need to and then I am free to scrap again!! So ready for some paper creating.:)

Bye for now~