http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/Quotes, inspiration and Good stuffen-UKMokoFeed10http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/1d/6e969b994c00a9129cf95fe5bfad63_160x200.jpghttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2009/06/06/aren-t-women-amazing-6247505/tag:goodwords.blog.co.uk,2009-06-06:/2009/06/06/aren-t-women-amazing-6247505/Sat, 06 Jun 2009 06:52:19 +0200 <p>By the time the Lord made woman,<br> He was into his sixth day of working overtime.<br> An angel appeared and said,<br> 'Why are you spending so much time on this one?'<br> And the Lord answered, 'Have you seen my spec sheet on her?<br> She has to be completely washable, but not plastic,<br> have over 200 movable parts, all replaceable<br> and able to run on diet coke and leftovers,<br> have a lap that can hold four children at one time,<br> have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart<br> -and she will do everything<br> with only two hands.'</p> <p>The angel was astounded at the requirements.<br> 'Only two hands!? No way!<br> And that's just on the standard model?<br> That's too much work for one day.<br> Wait until tomorrow to finish.'</p> <p>'But I won't, ' the Lord protested.<br> 'I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart.<br> She already heals herself when she is sick<br> AND can work 18 hour days.'</p> <p>The angel moved closer and touched the woman.<br> 'But you have made her so soft, Lord.'<br> 'She is soft,' the Lord agreed,<br> 'but I have also made her tough.<br> You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish.'</p> <p>'Will she be able to think?', asked the angel.<br> The Lord replied,<br> 'Not only will she be able to think,<br> she will be able to reason and negotiate.'</p> <p>The angel then noticed something,<br> and reaching out, touched the woman's cheek.<br> 'Oops, it looks like you have a leak in this model.<br> I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one.'</p> <p>'That's not a leak,'<br> the Lord corrected,<br> 'that's a tear!'<br> 'What's the tear for?' the angel asked.</p> <p>The Lord said, 'The tear is her way of expressing her joy,<br> her sorrow, her pain, her disappointment, her love,<br> her loneliness, her grief and her pride.'<br> The angel was impressed.<br> 'You are a genius, Lord.<br> You thought of everything!<br> Woman is truly amazing.'</p> <p>And she is!<br> Women have strengths that amaze men.<br> They bear hardships and they carry burdens,<br> but they hold happiness,<br> love and joy.<br> They smile when they want to scream.<br> They sing when they want to cry.<br> They cry when they are happy<br> and laugh when they are nervous.<br> They fight for what they believe in.<br> They stand up to injustice.<br> They don't take 'no' for an answer<br> when they believe there is a better solution.<br> They go without so their family can have.<br> They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.<br> They love unconditionally.<br> They cry when their children excel<br> and cheer when their friends get awards.<br> They are happy when they hear about<br> a birth or a wedding.<br> Their hearts break when a friend dies.<br> They grieve at the loss of a family member,<br> yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left ..<br> They know that a hug and a kiss<br> can heal a broken heart.<br> Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.<br> They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you<br> to show how much they care about you.<br> The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning.<br> They bring joy, hope and love.<br> They have compassion and ideals.<br> They give moral support to their family and friends.<br> Women have vital things to say and everything to give </p> <p>HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE TINY FLAW IN WOMEN,</p> <p>IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2009/06/06/aren-t-women-amazing-6247505/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2009/06/06/aren-t-women-amazing-6247505/#commentshttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2008/12/16/a-christmas-poem-5233130/tag:goodwords.blog.co.uk,2008-12-16:/2008/12/16/a-christmas-poem-5233130/Tue, 16 Dec 2008 22:34:39 +0100 <p>T'WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,</p> <p>HE LIVED ALL ALONE,</p> <p>IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE,</p> <p>MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. </p> <p>I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY,</p> <p>WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,</p> <p>AND TO SEE JUST WHO,</p> <p>IN THIS HOME, DID LIVE. </p> <p>I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,</p> <p>A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,</p> <p>NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,</p> <p>NOT EVEN A TREE. </p> <p>NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,</p> <p>JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,</p> <p>ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES,</p> <p>OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. </p> <p>WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,</p> <p>AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,</p> <p>A SOBER THOUGHT,</p> <p>CAME THROUGH MY MIND. </p> <p>FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,</p> <p>IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,</p> <p>I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,</p> <p>ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. </p> <p>THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,</p> <p>SILENT, ALONE,</p> <p>CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR,</p> <p>IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. </p> <p>THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,</p> <p>THE ROOM IN DISORDER,</p> <p>NOT HOW I PICTURED,</p> <p>A MILITARY SOLDIER. </p> <p>WAS THIS THE HERO, </p> <p>OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?</p> <p>CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, </p> <p>THE FLOOR FOR A BED? </p> <p>I REALIZED THE FAMILIES,</p> <p>THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,</p> <p>OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS,</p> <p>WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT. </p> <p>SOON ROUND THE WORLD,</p> <p>THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,</p> <p>AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE,</p> <p>A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY. </p> <p>THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM,</p> <p>EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,</p> <p>BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,</p> <p>LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE. </p> <p>I COULDN'T HELP WONDER,</p> <p>HOW MANY LAY ALONE,</p> <p>ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE,</p> <p>IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME. </p> <p>THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT,</p> <p>A TEAR TO MY EYE,</p> <p>I DROPPED TO MY KNEES,</p> <p>AND STARTED TO CRY. </p> <p>THE SOLDIER AWAKENED,</p> <p>AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,</p> <p>"SANTA DON'T CRY,</p> <p>THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE; </p> <p>I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,</p> <p>I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,</p> <p>MY LIFE IS MY GOD,</p> <p>MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS." </p> <p>THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,</p> <p>AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,</p> <p>I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,</p> <p>I CONTINUED TO WEEP. </p> <p>I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,</p> <p>SO SILENT AND STILL,</p> <p>AND WE BOTH SHIVERED,</p> <p>FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL. </p> <p>I DID NOT WANT TO LEAVE,</p> <p>ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,</p> <p>THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR,</p> <p>SO WILLING TO FIGHT. </p> <p>THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,</p> <p>WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,</p> <p>WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,</p> <p>IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE." </p> <p>ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH, </p> <p>AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.</p> <p>"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND, </p> <p>AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."</p> <p>This poem was written by an Australian Peacekeeping soldier<br> stationed overseas. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2008/12/16/a-christmas-poem-5233130/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2008/12/16/a-christmas-poem-5233130/#commentshttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2008/04/21/come-to-rotherham-it-s-great-4076404/tag:goodwords.blog.co.uk,2008-04-21:/2008/04/21/come-to-rotherham-it-s-great-4076404/Mon, 21 Apr 2008 22:35:09 +0200 <p>Jeremy Clarkson is a pilock...but this is funny!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2008/04/21/come-to-rotherham-it-s-great-4076404/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2008/04/21/come-to-rotherham-it-s-great-4076404/#commentshttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2008/04/18/lovely-words-anon-4063841/tag:goodwords.blog.co.uk,2008-04-18:/2008/04/18/lovely-words-anon-4063841/Fri, 18 Apr 2008 23:26:39 +0200 <p>See through the window,<br> Look at the light,<br> Smell the sweet flowers,<br> See the sky bright,<br> Shed not the tears,<br> As you feel I have gone,<br> Love never leaves,<br> And my spirit lives on.</p> <p>Talk of me often,<br> Your words will be heard,<br> I'll be by your side,<br> As swift as a bird,<br> Love life and laugh,<br> Together we'll be,<br> On the right path,<br> As our spirits fly free.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2008/04/18/lovely-words-anon-4063841/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2008/04/18/lovely-words-anon-4063841/#commentshttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2008/03/21/two-women-knocked-on-my-door-3917027/tag:goodwords.blog.co.uk,2008-03-21:/2008/03/21/two-women-knocked-on-my-door-3917027/Fri, 21 Mar 2008 21:47:55 +0100 <p>............and asked what bread I ate. "White" I replied.<br> They then preached for over an hour about the benefits of brown bread!</p> <p>BLOODY HOVIS WITNESSES</p> <p><img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"> <img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2008/03/21/two-women-knocked-on-my-door-3917027/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2008/03/21/two-women-knocked-on-my-door-3917027/#commentshttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2008/03/17/heaven-s-side-author-unknown-3897567/tag:goodwords.blog.co.uk,2008-03-17:/2008/03/17/heaven-s-side-author-unknown-3897567/Mon, 17 Mar 2008 23:36:44 +0100 <p>When the storm inside is raging<br> When the night has trapped your fears<br> When the nightmare starts unfolding<br> When you cannot stem your tears.<br> I shall see you in your sorrow<br> I shall feel your deep despair<br> Softly fold my arms around you<br> Let you know that I am there.<br> I have passed the veil of knowledge<br> Leaving you with earthly gloom<br> Heaven floats and flows between us<br> Death is neither end nor doom.<br> In the sunshine of our memories<br> Spun by silver thread so fine<br> Lives a picture of our loving<br> All is saved which is divine.<br> Hold our love which is forever<br> Call me and I'm by your side<br> Trust the voice you hear within you<br> Sending love from heaven's side. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2008/03/17/heaven-s-side-author-unknown-3897567/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2008/03/17/heaven-s-side-author-unknown-3897567/#commentshttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2008/03/12/beautiful-words-3867902/tag:goodwords.blog.co.uk,2008-03-12:/2008/03/12/beautiful-words-3867902/Wed, 12 Mar 2008 23:10:04 +0100 <p>Ask My Mum How She Is</p> <p>My Mum, she tells a lot of lies,<br> She never did before.<br> But from now until she dies,<br> She'll tell a whole lot more.</p> <p>Ask my Mum how she is<br> And because she can't explain,<br> She will tell a little lie<br> Because she can't describe the pain.</p> <p>Ask my Mum how she is,<br> She'll say 'I'm alright.'<br> If that's the truth, then tell me,<br> why does she cry each night?</p> <p>Ask my Mum how she is,<br> She seems to cope so well.<br> She didn't have a choice you see,<br> Nor the strength to yell.</p> <p>Ask my Mum how she is,<br> 'I'm fine, I'm well, I'm coping.'<br> For God's sake Mum, just tell the truth,<br> Just say your heart is broken.</p> <p>She'll love me all her life,<br> I loved her all of mine.<br> But if you ask her how she is,<br> She'll lie and say she's fine.</p> <p>I am Here in Heaven.<br> I cannot hug from here.<br> If she lies to you don't listen,<br> Hug her and hold her near.</p> <p>On the day we meet again,<br> We'll smile and I'll be bold.<br> I'll say, 'You're lucky to get in here, Mum,<br> With all the lies you told.</p> <p>Author Unknown </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2008/03/12/beautiful-words-3867902/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2008/03/12/beautiful-words-3867902/#commentshttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2008/01/30/oh_so_funny~3656420/tag:goodwords.blog.co.uk,2008-01-30:/2008/01/30/oh_so_funny~3656420/Wed, 30 Jan 2008 21:20:03 +0100 <p>Three men were hiking through a forest when they came upon a large<br> raging violent river. Needing to get to the other side, the first man<br> prayed: "God, please give me the strength to cross the river." </p> <p>Poof! ... God gave him big arms and strong legs and he was able to swim<br> across in about 2 hours, having almost drowned twice.</p> <p>After witnessing that, the second man prayed: "God, please give me<br> strength and the tools to cross the river"</p> <p>Poof! ... God gave him a rowboat and strong arms and strong legs and he<br> was able to row across in about an hour after almost capsizing once.</p> <p>Seeing what happened to the first two men, the third man prayed: "God,<br> please give me the strength, the tools and the intelligence to cross the<br> river"</p> <p>Poof! . He was turned into a woman. She checked the map, hiked one<br> hundred yards up stream and walked across the bridge. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2008/01/30/oh_so_funny~3656420/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2008/01/30/oh_so_funny~3656420/#commentshttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/12/27/bad_but_funny~3494092/tag:goodwords.blog.co.uk,2007-12-26:/2007/12/27/bad_but_funny~3494092/Thu, 27 Dec 2007 00:18:04 +0100 <p>CHRISTMAS CAROLS FOR THE DISTURBED </p> <p>1. Schizophrenia - Do You Hear What I Hear? </p> <p>2. Multiple Personality Disorder - We Three Kings of Disoriented Are </p> <p>3. Dementia - I Think I'll be Home for Christmas </p> <p>4. Narcissistic - Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me </p> <p>5. Manic - Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets<br> and Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Buses and Trucks and<br> Trees and ..... </p> <p>6. Paranoid - Santa Claus is coming to Town to Get Me </p> <p>7. Borderline Personality Disorder - Thoughts of Roasting on an Open Fire. </p> <p>8. Pesonality Disorder - You Better Watch Out, I'm Gonna Cry, I'm<br> Gonna Pout, Maybe I'll Tell You Why. </p> <p>9. Attention Deficit Disorder - Silent Night, Holy oooh look at the<br> Froggy - can I have a chocolate, why is France so far away? </p> <p>10. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder - Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,<br> Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, JingleBells, Jingle Bells,<br> Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle<br> Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/12/27/bad_but_funny~3494092/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/12/27/bad_but_funny~3494092/#commentshttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/12/20/why_parents_drink~3471012/tag:goodwords.blog.co.uk,2007-12-20:/2007/12/20/why_parents_drink~3471012/Thu, 20 Dec 2007 18:26:50 +0100 <p>A Mother passing by her son's bedroom was astonished<br> to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up.</p> <p>Then she saw an envelope, propped up prominently<br> on the pillow that was<br> addressed to "Mom" With the worst premonition she<br> opened the envelope with<br> trembling hands and read the letter.</p> <p>Dear Mom,:</p> <p>It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm<br> writing you. I had to elope with<br> my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a<br> scene with Dad and you. I have<br> been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so<br> nice.<br> But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her<br> Piercings, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes and the fact<br> that she is much older than I am. But it's<br> not only the passion...Mom she's pregnant. Stacy<br> said that we will be very<br> happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a<br> stack of firewood for the whole winter.<br> We share a dream of having many more children.</p> <p>Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that<br> marijuana doesn't really hurt<br> anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves and<br> trading it with the other<br> people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy.<br> In the meantime we will<br> pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so<br> Stacy can get better. She<br> deserves it. Don't worry Mom. I'm 15 and I know<br> how to take care of myself.<br> Someday I'm sure that we will be back to visit so<br> that you can get to know your grandchildren.</p> <p>Love,<br> Your Son Jon</p> <p>P.S. Mom, none of the above is true. I'm over at<br> Tommy's house. I just<br> wanted to remind you that there are worse things<br> in life than the report card that's in my center desk drawer.</p> <p>I love you.<br> Call me when it's safe to come home. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/12/20/why_parents_drink~3471012/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/12/20/why_parents_drink~3471012/#commentshttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/12/19/for_those_mourning_a_loss~3463074/tag:goodwords.blog.co.uk,2007-12-18:/2007/12/19/for_those_mourning_a_loss~3463074/Wed, 19 Dec 2007 00:35:13 +0100 <p>I still hear the songs, I still see the lights<br> I still feel the love, on cold wintry nights</p> <p>I still share your hopes, and all of your cares<br> I'll even remind you, to please say your prayers</p> <p>I just want to tell you, you still make me proud<br> You stand head and shoulders, above all the crowd</p> <p>Keep trying each moment, to stay in His grace<br> I came here before you, to help set your place</p> <p>You don't have to be perfect all of the time<br> He forgives you the slip, if you continue the climb</p> <p>To my family and friends, please be thankful today<br> I'm still close beside you, in a new special way</p> <p>I love you all dearly, now don't shed a tear<br> Cause I'm spending my Christmas with Jesus this year </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/12/19/for_those_mourning_a_loss~3463074/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/12/19/for_those_mourning_a_loss~3463074/#commentshttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/12/18/vaseline_market_research~3462557/tag:goodwords.blog.co.uk,2007-12-18:/2007/12/18/vaseline_market_research~3462557/Tue, 18 Dec 2007 22:20:43 +0100 <p>A man doing market research knocked on a door and was greeted by a young<br> woman with three small children running around at her feet.</p> <p>He says, "I'm doing some research for Vaseline. Have you ever used the<br> product?"</p> <p>She says, "Yes. My husband and I use it all the time."</p> <p>"And if you don't mind me asking, what do you use it for?"</p> <p>"We use it for sex."</p> <p>The researcher was a little taken back. "Usually people lie to me and say<br> that they use it on a child's bicycle chain or to help with a gate hinge.<br> But, in fact, I know that most people do use it for sex. I admire you for<br> your honesty. Since you've been frank so far, can you tell me exactly how<br> you use it for sex?"</p> <p>The woman says, "I don't mind telling you at all. My husband<br> and I put it on the door knob and it keeps the kids out."</p> <p>(AND YOU THOUGHT WHAT?) </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/12/18/vaseline_market_research~3462557/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/12/18/vaseline_market_research~3462557/#commentshttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/12/17/the_best_christmas_song_ever~3458003/tag:goodwords.blog.co.uk,2007-12-17:/2007/12/17/the_best_christmas_song_ever~3458003/Mon, 17 Dec 2007 22:33:26 +0100 <p> <small> <a href="http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/12/17/the_best_christmas_song_ever~3458003/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/12/17/the_best_christmas_song_ever~3458003/#commentshttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/12/03/yes_dear~3389388/tag:goodwords.blog.co.uk,2007-12-03:/2007/12/03/yes_dear~3389388/Mon, 03 Dec 2007 18:29:05 +0100 <p>One day, a man came home and was greeted by his wife dressed in a very sexy nightie. 'Tie me up,' she purred, 'and you can do anything you want.' </p> <p> <em>So he tied her up and went golfing</em>. </p> <p><img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/12/03/yes_dear~3389388/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/12/03/yes_dear~3389388/#commentshttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/12/03/looking_for_a_house~3389382/tag:goodwords.blog.co.uk,2007-12-03:/2007/12/03/looking_for_a_house~3389382/Mon, 03 Dec 2007 18:27:58 +0100 <p>Long climb after a hard day!</p> <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/media/photo/2/2188976" title="2"><img src="http://data3.blog.de/media/976/2188976_1cf9ff6c63_m.jpg" alt="2" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/12/03/looking_for_a_house~3389382/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/12/03/looking_for_a_house~3389382/#commentshttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/12/02/looking_for_a_house~3382360/tag:goodwords.blog.co.uk,2007-12-02:/2007/12/02/looking_for_a_house~3382360/Sun, 02 Dec 2007 11:22:07 +0100 <p>I got an email with loads of these on, thought I would share......in the theme of a house a day!</p> <p>I like this one, if you're not feeling sociable you can cut off the cable car <img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/media/photo/1/2185266" title="1"><img src="http://data3.blog.de/media/266/2185266_e1da39fb26_s.jpg" alt="1" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p>Click on the picture for a bigger one! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/12/02/looking_for_a_house~3382360/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/12/02/looking_for_a_house~3382360/#commentshttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/12/02/i_ve_learned_by_maya_angelou_so_true~3381550/tag:goodwords.blog.co.uk,2007-12-02:/2007/12/02/i_ve_learned_by_maya_angelou_so_true~3381550/Sun, 02 Dec 2007 02:14:33 +0100 <p>"I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow."<br> "I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights."<br> "I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life."<br> "I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as "making a life."<br> "I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance."<br> "I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw some things back."<br> "I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision."<br> "I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one."<br> "I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back."<br> "I've learned that I still have a lot to learn."<br> "I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel." </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/12/02/i_ve_learned_by_maya_angelou_so_true~3381550/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>lifelessonshttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/12/02/i_ve_learned_by_maya_angelou_so_true~3381550/#commentshttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/11/20/the_weaver~3327578/tag:goodwords.blog.co.uk,2007-11-20:/2007/11/20/the_weaver~3327578/Tue, 20 Nov 2007 21:53:26 +0100 <p>My life is but a weaving Between my Lord and me;<br> I cannot choose the colours, He worketh steadily.<br> Oft-times He weaveth sorrow,<br> And I, in foolish pride<br> forget He sees the upper,<br> And I the under side.<br> Not till the loom is silent<br> And the shuttles cease to fly,<br> Shall God unroll the canvas<br> And explain the reason why.<br> The dark threads are as needful,<br> In the Weaver's skillful hand,<br> As the threads of gold and silver<br> In the pattern he has planned.<br> He knows, He loves, He cares -<br> Nothing this truth can dim;<br> He gives the very best to those<br> Who leave the choice with Him</p> <p>---Unknown </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/11/20/the_weaver~3327578/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/11/20/the_weaver~3327578/#commentshttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/11/15/being_a_mum~3301843/tag:goodwords.blog.co.uk,2007-11-15:/2007/11/15/being_a_mum~3301843/Thu, 15 Nov 2007 18:38:12 +0100 <p>Being a Mom............</p> <p>We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions<br> that she and her husband are thinking of starting a family. 'We're<br> taking a survey,' she says half-joking. 'Do you think I should have a<br> baby?' 'It will change your life,' I say, carefully keeping my tone<br> neutral. 'I know,' she says, 'no more sleeping in on weekends, no more<br> spontaneous vacations.'</p> <p>But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to<br> decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn<br> in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of<br> child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an<br> emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable. I<br> consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper<br> without asking, 'What if that had been MY child?' That every plane crash and every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die.</p> <p>I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think<br> that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will<br> reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That<br> an urgent call of 'Mom!' will cause her to drop a souffle or her best<br> crystal without a moments hesitation. I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her<br> baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline<br> to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.</p> <p>I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be<br> routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room<br> rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma.<br> That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming<br> children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed<br> against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that<br> restroom. However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess<br> herself constantly as a mother. Looking at my attractive daughter, I<br> want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of<br> pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. </p> <p>That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once<br> she has a child. That she would give herself up in a moment to save<br> her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years, not to<br> accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs. </p> <p>I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will<br> become badges of honor. My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, and not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child.</p> <p>I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for<br> reasons she would now find very unromantic. I wish mydaughter could<br> sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have<br> tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving.</p> <p>I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your<br> child learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh<br> of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first<br> time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts.<br> My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed<br> in my eyes. 'You'll never regret it,' I finally say. Then I reached<br> across the table, squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent<br> prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who<br> stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/11/15/being_a_mum~3301843/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/11/15/being_a_mum~3301843/#commentshttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/11/12/fantastic_joke_bit_sweary~3285853/tag:goodwords.blog.co.uk,2007-11-12:/2007/11/12/fantastic_joke_bit_sweary~3285853/Mon, 12 Nov 2007 18:35:07 +0100 <p>Dave came home from the pub late one Friday evening stinking drunk, as he often did, and crept into bed beside his wife who was already asleep.</p> <p>He gave her a peck on the cheek and fell asleep. </p> <p>When he awoke he found a strange man standing at the end of his bed wearing a long flowing white Robe. </p> <p>"Who the hell are you?" demanded Dave, "and what are you doing in my bedroom?" </p> <p>The mysterious man answered "This isn't your bedroom and I'm St Peter." </p> <p>Dave was stunned "You mean I'm dead!?!! That can't be, I have so much to live for, I haven't said goodbye to my family. . . you've got to send me back straight away."</p> <p>St Peter replied "Yes, you can be reincarnated but there is a catch. We can only send you back as a dog or a hen." </p> <p>Dave was devastated, but knowing there was a farm not far from his house, he asked to be sent back as a hen. A flash of light later he was covered in feathers and clucking around pecking the ground.</p> <p>"This ain't so bad" he thought until he felt this strange feeling welling up inside him. </p> <p>The farmyard rooster strolled over and said "So you're the new hen, how are you enjoying your first day here?" </p> <p>"It's not so bad" replies Dave, "but I have this strange feeling inside like I'm about to explode." </p> <p>"You're ovulating" explained the rooster, "don't tell me you've never laid an egg before?" </p> <p>"Never!" replies Dave. </p> <p>"Well just relax and let it happen" </p> <p>So he did and after a few uncomfortable seconds later, an egg pops out from under his tail. An immense feeling of relief swept over him and his emotions got the better of him as he experienced motherhood for the first time. When he laid his second egg, the feeling of happiness was overwhelming and he knew that being reincarnated as a hen was the best thing that ever happened to him . . . Ever!!!</p> <p>The joy kept coming and as he was just about to lay his third egg he felt an enormous smack on the back of his head and heard his wife shouting...................</p> <p>"Dave, wake up you drunken bastard, you've shit the bed." </p> <p><img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/11/12/fantastic_joke_bit_sweary~3285853/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/11/12/fantastic_joke_bit_sweary~3285853/#commentshttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/11/11/sorry_i_m_late_i_missed_the~3279484/tag:goodwords.blog.co.uk,2007-11-11:/2007/11/11/sorry_i_m_late_i_missed_the~3279484/Sun, 11 Nov 2007 15:00:01 +0100 <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/media/photo/image002/2136721" title="image002"><img src="http://data3.blog.de/media/721/2136721_34e2c0b7d4_s.jpg" alt="image002" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/11/11/sorry_i_m_late_i_missed_the~3279484/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/11/11/sorry_i_m_late_i_missed_the~3279484/#commentshttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/10/30/grief_is_like_a_river~3216474/tag:goodwords.blog.co.uk,2007-10-30:/2007/10/30/grief_is_like_a_river~3216474/Tue, 30 Oct 2007 01:07:58 +0100 <p>By Cinthia G. Kelley</p> <p>My grief is like a river,<br> I have to let it flow,<br> but I myself determine<br> just where the banks will go.</p> <p>Some days the current takes me<br> in waves of guilt and pain,<br> but there are always quiet pools<br> where I can rest again.</p> <p>I crash on rocks of anger;<br> my faith seems faint indeed,<br> but there are other swimmers<br> who know that what I need</p> <p>Are loving hands to hold me<br> when the waters are too swift,<br> and someone kind to listen<br> when I just seem to drift.</p> <p>Grief's river is a process<br> of relinquishing the past.<br> By swimming in hope's channels,<br> I'll reach the shore at last</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/10/30/grief_is_like_a_river~3216474/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/10/30/grief_is_like_a_river~3216474/#commentshttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/09/12/the_mayonnaise_jar~2969960/tag:goodwords.blog.co.uk,2007-09-12:/2007/09/12/the_mayonnaise_jar~2969960/Wed, 12 Sep 2007 20:42:20 +0200 <p>You may have heard this before, but still worth sharing...</p> <p>When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar! </p> <p>A professor stood before his philosophy class and he had several strange visual aid items in front of him. </p> <p>When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. </p> <p>He then asked the students if the jar was full. </p> <p>They all agreed that it was. </p> <p>So the professor then picked up a box of small pebbles and poured them into the jar. </p> <p>He shook the jar lightly. </p> <p>The small pebbles then rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. </p> <p>He again asked the students if the jar was full. </p> <p>They again agreed that it was. </p> <p>The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.<br> Of course, the sand filled up every other visible space. </p> <p>He asked once more if the jar was full. </p> <p>The students responded with a unanimous “yes.” </p> <p>The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. </p> <p>The students all laughed. </p> <p>“Now”, said the professor, as the laughter subsided, “I want you to recognise that this jar represents your life”. </p> <p>He continued “the golf balls are the important things, your family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favourite passions, things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full”.<br> He went on” the pebbles are the other things that matter, like your job, your house, and your car. The sand is everything else, the small stuff. </p> <p>If you put the sand into the jar first”, he continued, “there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. </p> <p>The same goes for your life. If you spend all of your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are really important to you. </p> <p>Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. </p> <p>Play with your children. </p> <p>Take time to get medical check-ups. </p> <p>Take your partner out for dinner. </p> <p>Play another 18 holes! </p> <p>There will always be time to clean the house, and fix the car or do some of the other more mundane jobs. </p> <p>Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. </p> <p>Set your priorities. The rest is just sand”. </p> <p>One of the students raised their hand and enquired what the beer represented. </p> <p>The professor smiled. “I'm glad you asked. </p> <p>It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, </p> <p><strong>"There's always room for a couple of beers!”</strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/09/12/the_mayonnaise_jar~2969960/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>a-philosopy-for-lifehttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/09/12/the_mayonnaise_jar~2969960/#commentshttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/09/12/quote~2967358/tag:goodwords.blog.co.uk,2007-09-12:/2007/09/12/quote~2967358/Wed, 12 Sep 2007 12:39:02 +0200 <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=1965400" title="Quote"><img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/400/1965400_f17c1f733d_m.jpg" alt="Quote" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/09/12/quote~2967358/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>quoteemmersonhttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/09/12/quote~2967358/#commentshttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/09/01/i_was_loved_therefore_i_am~2908082/tag:goodwords.blog.co.uk,2007-09-01:/2007/09/01/i_was_loved_therefore_i_am~2908082/Sat, 01 Sep 2007 22:05:39 +0200 <p>I was loved, therefore I am,<br> And in being loved, I am treasured.<br> When I peeled away my layers,<br> And all that was left was my essence,<br> The bareness of me,<br> I was still loved.<br> I was loved, therefore I am,<br> And in being loved I was able to grow.<br> In my mistakes held,<br> In my successes celebrated,<br> I was always loved.<br> I was loved therefore I am,<br> And in being loved I learned to love.<br> In the sun filled day,<br> In the ecstasy of the night,<br> I was loved and loved others.<br> To be loved is all you need:<br> I was loved....and so, I will always be.</p> <p>Ana Draper </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/09/01/i_was_loved_therefore_i_am~2908082/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/09/01/i_was_loved_therefore_i_am~2908082/#commentshttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/08/28/the_gift_especially_for_my_friends~2886219/tag:goodwords.blog.co.uk,2007-08-28:/2007/08/28/the_gift_especially_for_my_friends~2886219/Tue, 28 Aug 2007 21:14:20 +0200 <p>I send you love, I send you light,</p> <p>A sun-kissed day, a moonlit night,</p> <p>A peaceful heart, freedom from fear, </p> <p>Courage to help you through the year. </p> <p>I send you faith, I send you hope, </p> <p>The warmth of friends, the strength to cope,</p> <p>Reasons to laugh, the right to cry,</p> <p>The will to keep your head held high. </p> <p>I send you comfort, restful sleep,</p> <p>Understanding and self belief, </p> <p>A hand to hold, a caring word, </p> <p>A listening ear, a voice that’s heard.</p> <p>I send you calmness, I send you health,</p> <p>Tranquil moments, time for yourself.</p> <p>Appreciation, credit due,</p> <p>For all you are and all you do. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/08/28/the_gift_especially_for_my_friends~2886219/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/08/28/the_gift_especially_for_my_friends~2886219/#commentshttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/08/20/beautiful_and_true~2841689/tag:goodwords.blog.co.uk,2007-08-20:/2007/08/20/beautiful_and_true~2841689/Mon, 20 Aug 2007 22:23:11 +0200 <p>Some people come into our lives and quickly go,<br> Some people move our souls to dance,<br> They awaken us to new understandings,<br> With the passing whisper of their life,<br> Their hope and their dreams. </p> <p>Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon,<br> They stay in our lives for awhile,<br> Leave their footprints on our souls,<br> Their smile in our hearts,<br> And we are never, EVER the same. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/08/20/beautiful_and_true~2841689/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>beautiful-wordshttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/08/20/beautiful_and_true~2841689/#commentshttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/08/20/voted_best_scottish_short_joke~2837136/tag:goodwords.blog.co.uk,2007-08-20:/2007/08/20/voted_best_scottish_short_joke~2837136/Mon, 20 Aug 2007 09:00:07 +0200 <p> A guy walks into a Glasgow library and says to the prim librarian, "Excuse me Miss, day ye hiv ony books on suicide?"</p> <p>To which she stops doing her tasks, looks at him over the top of her glasses, and says,</p> <p>"F**k off, ye'll no bring it back!"</p> <p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/08/20/voted_best_scottish_short_joke~2837136/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/08/20/voted_best_scottish_short_joke~2837136/#commentshttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/08/09/quote_of_the_day~2782400/tag:goodwords.blog.co.uk,2007-08-09:/2007/08/09/quote_of_the_day~2782400/Thu, 09 Aug 2007 19:42:57 +0200 <p><span>"Never apologize for showing feeling. When you do so, you apologize for truth." <br><strong>&ndash; Benjamin Disraeli</strong></span> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/08/09/quote_of_the_day~2782400/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>disraeliquotehttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/08/09/quote_of_the_day~2782400/#commentshttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/08/09/lovely_words_for_aunty_maureen_passed_ov~2778259/tag:goodwords.blog.co.uk,2007-08-08:/2007/08/09/lovely_words_for_aunty_maureen_passed_ov~2778259/Thu, 09 Aug 2007 00:45:48 +0200 <p>I Do Believe </p> <p>There is nothing I can do,<br> to make her come back<br> There are no words I can say,<br> that can replace the words you long to hear<br> There are no answer's I can give,<br> that will satisfy your questions<br> There is not another soul I can introduce you to that will ever replace hers<br> And, there is no love I can offer that will ever replace the love you shared<br> I can not promise your broken heart will ever be complete<br> I will not say it could have been worse<br> I will not deny it was a tragedy<br> I will not lie and tell you she will come back<br> She never really left<br> I do promise she hears you when you speak<br> I will say she loves you no matter the distance<br> I will not deny she is in a better place<br> And, I will not lie; she is waiting to greet you someday<br> She is every you step you take<br> She is in everything you do<br> She is the air you breathe<br> She is every beat of your heart<br> ' She is like the wind. You can not see her...but you will always feel her' </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/08/09/lovely_words_for_aunty_maureen_passed_ov~2778259/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>i-do-believepoemhttp://goodwords.blog.co.uk/2007/08/09/lovely_words_for_aunty_maureen_passed_ov~2778259/#comments