Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
E-Mail forward ha-ha.
I got an e-mail called "Why Men Don't Live As Long As Women." and it was chock-full of stereotypical, tasteless, and often mean-spirited photos and comment. But since some of them made me laugh out loud....I must.
So here are a few of my favorites and I'll admit that a few of them seem like very clever, bad, but clever ideas that might even have hatched in my brain.