Take a moment to have a read.....my 1000th post!
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IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER by Erma Bombeck
I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband. I I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."
There would have been more "I love yous". more "I'm sorrys"... but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute...look at it and really see it... live it...and never give it back.
**In memory of Cindy Main (FA Parent) who lost her fight with cancer
in January 1999
I suppose it makes you think, that when we are all on our quest for our new lives, does our own life pass us by.....
With love
Mrs M x
I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband. I I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."
There would have been more "I love yous". more "I'm sorrys"... but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute...look at it and really see it... live it...and never give it back.
**In memory of Cindy Main (FA Parent) who lost her fight with cancer
in January 1999
I suppose it makes you think, that when we are all on our quest for our new lives, does our own life pass us by.....
With love
Mrs M x

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IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER by Erma Bombeck
I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband. I I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."
There would have been more "I love yous". more "I'm sorrys"... but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute...look at it and really see it... live it...and never give it back.
**In memory of Cindy Main (FA Parent) who lost her fight with cancer
in January 1999
I suppose it makes you think, that when we are all on our quest for our new lives, does our own life pass us by.....
With love
Mrs M x
I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband. I I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."
There would have been more "I love yous". more "I'm sorrys"... but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute...look at it and really see it... live it...and never give it back.
**In memory of Cindy Main (FA Parent) who lost her fight with cancer
in January 1999
I suppose it makes you think, that when we are all on our quest for our new lives, does our own life pass us by.....
With love
Mrs M x


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Excellent, it sure adds much needed perspective.

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Thanks for sharing, Mrs. M - I've actually read that before, but your own final comment says a lot, too. With all that's going on in the world today (and on this board!) that posting puts everything into perspective.

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I loved Erma Bombeck. I had many a warm, fuzzy moment reading her newspaper column.
I loved that particular piece that you quoted, Mrs Miggins. And it influenced me ... I like to think for the better. I used to do many of the things that she said she had done, and I switched to doing several of the things she said she wished she'd done.
For example, I no longer have "good" plates and "everyday" plates. I only have what I consider to be good plates, and I use them all the time. Now admittedly I don't have young children any more. But, even if I did have young children, I believe I still would use the good plates every day.
Not long ago, my then-nextdoor neighbour in Calgary and I had a conversation about this kind of stuff. She said that she had had only good plates, and her children had used them from a very young age. Her kids, now in their twenties, are inspiring young women. I feel she got a lot of things right.
There's more to it than just good plates versus everyday plates. If anyone wants to explore more about this, I recommend the writing of Maria Montessori.
Going back to Erma Bombeck, I particularly enjoyed her description of her attempts to make her children's Halloween costumes. She said that she couldn't get over other parents who had the ability to conjure up marvellous creations out of black plastic garbage bags and such.
But that little story in itself dates me (as if admitting to being an Erma Bombeck reader hadn't done that already). I belonged to the era of moms who made their kids' Halloween costumes.
Not that there is anything to recommend that, in my opinion. More power to those of you who can whip out to Wal-Mart or the like.
To those who are unfamiliar with her, Erma Bombeck was more or less the opposite of Martha Stewart. If they both went to Hell and Satan wanted to torture them, he'd force them to share a cell.
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I loved that particular piece that you quoted, Mrs Miggins. And it influenced me ... I like to think for the better. I used to do many of the things that she said she had done, and I switched to doing several of the things she said she wished she'd done.
For example, I no longer have "good" plates and "everyday" plates. I only have what I consider to be good plates, and I use them all the time. Now admittedly I don't have young children any more. But, even if I did have young children, I believe I still would use the good plates every day.
Not long ago, my then-nextdoor neighbour in Calgary and I had a conversation about this kind of stuff. She said that she had had only good plates, and her children had used them from a very young age. Her kids, now in their twenties, are inspiring young women. I feel she got a lot of things right.
There's more to it than just good plates versus everyday plates. If anyone wants to explore more about this, I recommend the writing of Maria Montessori.
Going back to Erma Bombeck, I particularly enjoyed her description of her attempts to make her children's Halloween costumes. She said that she couldn't get over other parents who had the ability to conjure up marvellous creations out of black plastic garbage bags and such.
But that little story in itself dates me (as if admitting to being an Erma Bombeck reader hadn't done that already). I belonged to the era of moms who made their kids' Halloween costumes.
Not that there is anything to recommend that, in my opinion. More power to those of you who can whip out to Wal-Mart or the like.
To those who are unfamiliar with her, Erma Bombeck was more or less the opposite of Martha Stewart. If they both went to Hell and Satan wanted to torture them, he'd force them to share a cell.
x

#6

Thanks for sharing
It certainly makes you think about life
A great 1000th post

It certainly makes you think about life

A great 1000th post

#7

Excellent post Mrs M. I've read one similar about wishing she'd smelled the roses and think the philosophy is perfect for living life to the max.


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I loved Erma Bombeck. I had many a warm, fuzzy moment reading her newspaper column.
I loved that particular piece that you quoted, Mrs Miggins. And it influenced me ... I like to think for the better. I used to do many of the things that she said she had done, and I switched to doing several of the things she said she wished she'd done.
For example, I no longer have "good" plates and "everyday" plates. I only have what I consider to be good plates, and I use them all the time. Now admittedly I don't have young children any more. But, even if I did have young children, I believe I still would use the good plates every day.
Not long ago, my then-nextdoor neighbour in Calgary and I had a conversation about this kind of stuff. She said that she had had only good plates, and her children had used them from a very young age. Her kids, now in their twenties, are inspiring young women. I feel she got a lot of things right.
There's more to it than just good plates versus everyday plates. If anyone wants to explore more about this, I recommend the writing of Maria Montessori.
Going back to Erma Bombeck, I particularly enjoyed her description of her attempts to make her children's Halloween costumes. She said that she couldn't get over other parents who had the ability to conjure up marvellous creations out of black plastic garbage bags and such.
But that little story in itself dates me (as if admitting to being an Erma Bombeck reader hadn't done that already). I belonged to the era of moms who made their kids' Halloween costumes.
Not that there is anything to recommend that, in my opinion. More power to those of you who can whip out to Wal-Mart or the like.
To those who are unfamiliar with her, Erma Bombeck was more or less the opposite of Martha Stewart. If they both went to Hell and Satan wanted to torture them, he'd force them to share a cell.
x
I loved that particular piece that you quoted, Mrs Miggins. And it influenced me ... I like to think for the better. I used to do many of the things that she said she had done, and I switched to doing several of the things she said she wished she'd done.
For example, I no longer have "good" plates and "everyday" plates. I only have what I consider to be good plates, and I use them all the time. Now admittedly I don't have young children any more. But, even if I did have young children, I believe I still would use the good plates every day.
Not long ago, my then-nextdoor neighbour in Calgary and I had a conversation about this kind of stuff. She said that she had had only good plates, and her children had used them from a very young age. Her kids, now in their twenties, are inspiring young women. I feel she got a lot of things right.
There's more to it than just good plates versus everyday plates. If anyone wants to explore more about this, I recommend the writing of Maria Montessori.
Going back to Erma Bombeck, I particularly enjoyed her description of her attempts to make her children's Halloween costumes. She said that she couldn't get over other parents who had the ability to conjure up marvellous creations out of black plastic garbage bags and such.
But that little story in itself dates me (as if admitting to being an Erma Bombeck reader hadn't done that already). I belonged to the era of moms who made their kids' Halloween costumes.
Not that there is anything to recommend that, in my opinion. More power to those of you who can whip out to Wal-Mart or the like.
To those who are unfamiliar with her, Erma Bombeck was more or less the opposite of Martha Stewart. If they both went to Hell and Satan wanted to torture them, he'd force them to share a cell.
x
When "bought" costumes became available, first of all I thought it was cheating but heck, go for it. Who needs to stress over making something themselves out of crap materials.

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IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER by Erma Bombeck
I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband. I I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."
There would have been more "I love yous". more "I'm sorrys"... but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute...look at it and really see it... live it...and never give it back.
**In memory of Cindy Main (FA Parent) who lost her fight with cancer
in January 1999
I suppose it makes you think, that when we are all on our quest for our new lives, does our own life pass us by.....
With love
Mrs M x
I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband. I I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."
There would have been more "I love yous". more "I'm sorrys"... but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute...look at it and really see it... live it...and never give it back.
**In memory of Cindy Main (FA Parent) who lost her fight with cancer
in January 1999
I suppose it makes you think, that when we are all on our quest for our new lives, does our own life pass us by.....
With love
Mrs M x


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IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER by Erma Bombeck
I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband. I I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."
There would have been more "I love yous". more "I'm sorrys"... but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute...look at it and really see it... live it...and never give it back.
**In memory of Cindy Main (FA Parent) who lost her fight with cancer
in January 1999
I suppose it makes you think, that when we are all on our quest for our new lives, does our own life pass us by.....
With love
Mrs M x
I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband. I I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."
There would have been more "I love yous". more "I'm sorrys"... but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute...look at it and really see it... live it...and never give it back.
**In memory of Cindy Main (FA Parent) who lost her fight with cancer
in January 1999
I suppose it makes you think, that when we are all on our quest for our new lives, does our own life pass us by.....
With love
Mrs M x


#11

WOW, that was some post Mrs M !
I made me feel a bit soppy
I made me feel a bit soppy


#12

Fantastic post - and something to think about.

#13

Life seems to pass so fast, its good to take a breath every now and then! Great post, reminds me of whats important!! 
Thanks
Nikki
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Thanks
Nikki
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#14

Thanks Mrs M, what did they used to say, "Take time to Smell the Roses"

