You know, if we just loved a little more - the world would be a better place. Period.
Thats all.
LeeLeeM.
Monday, May 9, 2011
My Core Belief
While this is the font I'll use on my next tatttoo - which will say "Called to Love - Eph 5:2", this is truly my core belief. Sometimes I think I am "special happy", you know when someone is mentally challenged and thinks on the level of a child. You may laugh, but I am fairly serious when I say that because while I seem to think that everyone should just be nice and love each other ..... noone else seems to think along those lines. (especially in my workplace - *sigh*)
You know, if we just loved a little more - the world would be a better place. Period.
Thats all.
LeeLeeM.
You know, if we just loved a little more - the world would be a better place. Period.
Thats all.
LeeLeeM.
Lazy Weekend
Friday Night: Boot camp which was so lame I had to go to the gym and do a workout there. Tanning and long awaited bed. I do love to sleep.
Saturday Day:
This
(picture from weheartit.com)
Cleaned/Laundried/Put my summer clothes in the closet, stored winter clothes. Too bad when it snows again in June - I'm not giving in to it. I will prevail and keep on keeping on and wear one of my 23 skirts. Yes, 23. All for $15 or less (some given to me) and acquired over the years- I'm my mothers daughter and can sniff out a sale like noones business.
I realized I have way too many clothes and its a ridiculous habit - this shopping thing I do.
I went to church with Bree. Well, she came with me.
I went out with Stace after and ran into my Exxon people and they had some encouraging news for me.
Sunday was rainy and cold so I slept in then spent the day with my precious Britt and painted our toes, watched Breakfast at Tiffany's and gorged on amazing potatoe chips.
I love my weekend life. Work life is heinous and dramatic and stressful, so I am super thankful for my weekends that always seem to be filled with wonderful.
Saturday Day:
This
(picture from weheartit.com)
Cleaned/Laundried/Put my summer clothes in the closet, stored winter clothes. Too bad when it snows again in June - I'm not giving in to it. I will prevail and keep on keeping on and wear one of my 23 skirts. Yes, 23. All for $15 or less (some given to me) and acquired over the years- I'm my mothers daughter and can sniff out a sale like noones business.
I realized I have way too many clothes and its a ridiculous habit - this shopping thing I do.
I went to church with Bree. Well, she came with me.
I went out with Stace after and ran into my Exxon people and they had some encouraging news for me.
Sunday was rainy and cold so I slept in then spent the day with my precious Britt and painted our toes, watched Breakfast at Tiffany's and gorged on amazing potatoe chips.
I love my weekend life. Work life is heinous and dramatic and stressful, so I am super thankful for my weekends that always seem to be filled with wonderful.
I'd Chop My Locks
if they'd look like this all the time. pretty sure i don't have her stylist/beauty team.
Google Today
Today is the 76th Birthday of the creator of the Little Miss and Mr Series. (thats all I know about that ... and I haven't researched it further, so please take it at face value) And Google has honored his birthday with a brand new picture everytime you log on Google. So - guess who sat there and opened the page, clicked and saved? over and over? Yup. Me!
Mr. Tickle
Mr. Slow
Mr. Happy
Miss (i think) Forgetful. HaHa. I literally forget if this is Miss or Mr.
Mr. Bump
Mr. Rush
Mr Funny
Miss Tiny
Miss Shy
Miss Naughty
Miss Messy
Miss Curious
Miss Chatterbox (so me!)
Cheers!
LeeLee
Mr. Tickle
Mr. Slow
Mr. Happy
Miss (i think) Forgetful. HaHa. I literally forget if this is Miss or Mr.
Mr. Bump
Mr. Rush
Mr Funny
Miss Tiny
Miss Shy
Miss Naughty
Miss Messy
Miss Curious
Miss Chatterbox (so me!)
Cheers!
LeeLee
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Just Stay
Beautiful story Connie sent via email. Makes me hope I'm in-tune enough to do the same if I am ever required to.
A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside.
"Your son is here," she said to the old man.
She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.
Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.
The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile.
He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital - the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients.
Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.
Along toward dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.
Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.
"Who was that man?" he asked.
The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.
"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."
"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?"
"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his Son just wasn't here.
When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed."
I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His Son was killed in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this gentleman's name?
The Nurse with tears in her eyes answered . . . . .Mr. William Grey....
The next time someone needs you ... Just be there. Stay.
A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside.
"Your son is here," she said to the old man.
She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.
Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.
The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile.
He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital - the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients.
Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.
Along toward dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.
Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.
"Who was that man?" he asked.
The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.
"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."
"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?"
"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his Son just wasn't here.
When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed."
I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His Son was killed in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this gentleman's name?
The Nurse with tears in her eyes answered . . . . .Mr. William Grey....
The next time someone needs you ... Just be there. Stay.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Tales From The Crypt, er Daily Life of Me
So, I have to post these "Overheards". Hope you enjoy.
At DiscoveryLand (where I babysit at church) wearing jeans with a torn out knee (purchased that way ...) little Jerry, aged 3, touches my knee while we were sitting crossed legged for the Bible story and looks at me quizzically and says "Your pants are broken". The styles of 2011 must be very perplexing to a toddler ...
Also at church. Auntie made an appearance in her wheelchair after a few months of touch and go health issues/arctic temperatures for too long. She was spunky as ever, with beautiful clothes on and Mora turns to me ,after I commented on how nice it was that she was there, and said "Yeah, the trouble is, noones going to feel sorry for her, she looks so good". Followed by her signature laugh that makes me warm inside :-).
This one is from work. Partner whom the company is named after and approximately 63 years old to another partner of the same peer group and says "Do you ever play Angry Birds"?
At a hockey game last year, but definitely worth mentioning: Britney's comment in regards to a video of Sidney Crosby was "I'd cougar that, would you"? Leave it to her to make the word cougar a verb. And thats why I love her.
Another Britney term. Another cougar term. When red wine stains yours lips, you have whats known as 'cougar lips'.
Now to Handley. In response to me telling him and Jonah that bullies get beat up on the playground (I was doing my best auntie/kind but stern lecture on them picking on Nate). He looks up from his lego and without missing a beat says "No, they don't. They just get telled on to the principal".
Thats all for now.
Cheers, Leanne
At DiscoveryLand (where I babysit at church) wearing jeans with a torn out knee (purchased that way ...) little Jerry, aged 3, touches my knee while we were sitting crossed legged for the Bible story and looks at me quizzically and says "Your pants are broken". The styles of 2011 must be very perplexing to a toddler ...
Also at church. Auntie made an appearance in her wheelchair after a few months of touch and go health issues/arctic temperatures for too long. She was spunky as ever, with beautiful clothes on and Mora turns to me ,after I commented on how nice it was that she was there, and said "Yeah, the trouble is, noones going to feel sorry for her, she looks so good". Followed by her signature laugh that makes me warm inside :-).
This one is from work. Partner whom the company is named after and approximately 63 years old to another partner of the same peer group and says "Do you ever play Angry Birds"?
At a hockey game last year, but definitely worth mentioning: Britney's comment in regards to a video of Sidney Crosby was "I'd cougar that, would you"? Leave it to her to make the word cougar a verb. And thats why I love her.
Another Britney term. Another cougar term. When red wine stains yours lips, you have whats known as 'cougar lips'.
Now to Handley. In response to me telling him and Jonah that bullies get beat up on the playground (I was doing my best auntie/kind but stern lecture on them picking on Nate). He looks up from his lego and without missing a beat says "No, they don't. They just get telled on to the principal".
Thats all for now.
Cheers, Leanne
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