Life wasn’t meant to be this way. We wake up every morning and try to get through it just to go to bed and wake up again the next day. Is that what we’re thinking? Is that what we want? I’m not sure, actually I’m sure it’s not what we want at all. Yet it’s what we do. We are here to figure things out and try to attempt new things meeting new people. That’s what life is about I think? I guess? Either way, here we are. Now, if we wanted to do something a little different, we could. Life could be much different than it currently is. But, we have to accept that it could be different. Either way? It won’t be useful to any of us until we decide that is what we want. But what do we want for real now? I mean, we could guess all day long what we want, but we cannot fully express ourselves for some reason. Does it matter? I’m not sure. I’d rather not think about everything which could go wrong with this plan, but well you have to take into account all the different angles, don’t you? Some woul...
To all the mothers out there, Happy Mother's Day to you!
To those expecting to be mothers? Same thing.
It's a day to celebrate mothers and motherhood. I don't know where I would be without my mother. Well heck, if I didn't have a mother I guess I wouldn't be alive now would I? Yeah, that's a thought that runs deep.
Spoke with my mom this morning, she's good. She got the card we sent her, which is awesome. Unfortunately the print was a bit on the small side of the card, so she couldn't really read it and I couldn't remember what the darn thing said. But she appreciated the card. I'm glad she liked it.
Here's a poem for Mother's Day, it's found here:
On Mother's Day
By Bruce Lansky
On Mother's Day it isn't smart
To give your mom a broken heart.
So here are thing you shouldn't say
To dear old mom on Mother's Day:
Don't tell her that you'll never eat
A carrot, celery, bean, or beet.
Don't tell her you think smoking's cool.
Don't tell her you've dropped out of school.
Don't tell her that you've drowned the cat.
Don't tell her that she looks too fat.
Dont't tell her when you're grown you'll be
A starving poet—just like me.
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