Monday, December 22, 2008

Before I walk out the door for Nuttyland...

Tony is taking me to the MIL's for early Christmas fun, and then Christmas Eve, with his family tomorrow. Then we are going to spend Christmas day on into the weekend with my family. Sooooooooo.. before I take off for all the crazy THAT entails.. I thought I would share this stuff that got dropped in my mail before I left. Thank you Karen. :)

This first one.. I know y'all have seen before.. but I like it all the same. Besides.. it counts as a post as far as I am concerned.. and it keeps nyxie off my back for another week... I hope. *smooch*

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.
Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.
That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.
On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments.
No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.
Several years later, one of the students was killed in VietNam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature. The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.
As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you Mark's math teacher?' he asked.
She nodded: 'yes.'
Then he said: 'Mark talked about you a lot.'
After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.
'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.'
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.
'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said. 'As you can see, Mark treasured it.'
All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.'
Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.'
'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary.
Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'
That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.
The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be. So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important.

I love y'uns!!! Truly I do.. even when y'as make me crazy as hell.. I do.. seriously.. I mean it.. Quit snickering damnit!

This next part.. just cracked me up.. and I felt it was also good advice. Shel may want to send it on to Iggy.. he could probably have it tattoo'd on somewhere useful.. ahem. :D

Quote of the day: Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater.

If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby.

If you give her a house, she'll give you a home.

If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal.

If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart.

She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her.

So, if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of shit.

Yep.. good advice. *nods solemnly*

So anyway.. have a great week... enjoy your holidays... have fun.. do not let your family/friends/whomever drive you to drink unless you have a designated driver.

Love you my family. *hugs tight.. lots of wet smoochie kisses*


Nyxmyst said...

Happy Holidays :)

Love ya bunches. Don't forget to get trashed.. err.. I mean have fun. *blinks*

Paula aka. Zani said...

Tony's family is hardcore Southern Baptist.. that means even the bottle of alcohol in the medicine cabinet is looked down upon. My family.. well my brother-in-law makes some fabulous margaritas.. but I think we are doing that New Year's.

Paula has to be careful with alcohol and her meds.. lol. Not to mention.. it is really hard to wield a cane when you have had a few too many margaritas too.

I will have fun though. Girl's night with my Mom and sisters on Friday.. movies and lots of junk food. Yay!!! :D


Nyxmyst said...

I dunno.. I think it might be amusing to see you with a cane after a few shots of Goldshlager... *muahahahaha*