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Have I done any Good? - Alex Boye'

It's impossible to not feel happy and inspired by this song!!  LOVE it! 

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It's impossible to not feel happy and inspired by this song!!  LOVE it! 

Behind the scenes:

People who Inspire Me

Elizabeth Smart 

Elizabeth Smart 

The Heart & Neck Muscles

What is your earliest memory from childhood?  I can visualize things from when I was a very young girl but when it comes to memories that include a specific day or incident, I would say I can recall back to about the age of four.



I can still picture the room I was in and the smile on my mother's face as she rocked me to sleep.  She was singing Edelweiss,  (which I have always sung, and still sing to my own children) and I was pretending to be asleep while trying to peek out my left eye at the television.  She had to of known I was still awake.  Four years old's aren't very good at fooling moms, but Mothers tend overlook those sort of things when holding their cute little baby girl. 


I am not sure how long she had been holding me but it must have been quite a while because my father walked in and asked my mother if she wanted him to take me into bed.  She told him that she was going to rock me a little while longer. Then my dad said, "Isn't she hurting your arm?"  I had no idea I was hurting her!  I can remember as if it were yesterday, the way my little neck strained to quickly lift my head.  Not high enough to cause anyone to notice I was awake, but just enough to stop any harm I felt I may have been inflicting.  I stayed that way, flexing and straining my neck  for what seemed like an eternity to a four year old.  It was probably less than a minute of my blond head trying to defy gravity.  My face must have been bright red by the time I gave up, relaxed my neck and opened my eyes. But, those 60 or so seconds had a huge effect on me, that would be a factor in almost every aspect of my life, even to this day.


In 1969 I was born to a father who had epilepsy and a mother with polio.  My mother tired easily and was limited when it came to the physical demands on a mother.  I grew up hearing stories about my parents being bullied when they were kids.  I watched my mother find creative ways of accomplishing the things she was told she couldn't do.  My mother was told she was unable to have children - she had five.  Polio had left her muscles quite weak, so weak that she was unable to  fasten the safety pins holding up her children's cloth diapers - so she used her teeth.  She was unable to raise her arms up high above her head - so my father would hold us above her head while she tried to make us laugh.


She gave me a brother and sisters I love beyond measure.  She taught me to stand up for and defend those who have special needs.  She always told me I was beautiful, so I grew up believing she was right.  I have many great memories of my early years. My mother has always been good with little children and I was no exception.  I love her for trying her best when we were young. My mother could not and did not do a lot of the things other mothers did but I appreciated the good things she did. And what she did in that rocking chair was making me feel safe, happy and loved.  


After two divorces and being a single mother of 5 children, I believe her rose colored glasses got lost and things changed. I know what it is like to be a single mother and a mother of teenagers so I understand that stress can really do a number on mothers ability to keep it together at all times. Like all mothers and daughters we have our issues but I focus on the good and forgive the bad while saving a spot in my heart for the day that things change for the better.


From what I can tell, she is a good grandmother to the grandchildren she lives with and she is a terrific, loyal mother to her youngest daughter. My mom has had flashes of greatness - moments of real strength - and I hope someday I will witness those traits again.  She is a whiz at Genelogy and Family History and is quite creative.  One of the smartest things my mother ever did was to marry my step father.  It is easy to see how much he loves her and I am thankful every day that they have each other.  No matter what the situation is, if my mother wants something, she will usually find a way.  In the past, I have admired her tenacity when it comes to facing obstacles and I think that my attitude of "don't ever tell me what I can't do" came from her example of "where there is a will, there is a way".  


My four year old self loved it when my mother held me and in that moment my will was to not cause my mother harm.  If I wanted to stay in her arms, I had to muster up all my little girl strength and use muscles I didn't even know I had.  Not much has changed since then except now, I have built up really strong neck muscles - and the rocking stopped years ago.  When it comes to family, I have tried to be like my mom when she replied to my father that she wanted to hold me and keep rocking a bit longer.  I've tried to tell myself the pain is worth the fleeting moments of feeling loved.


Shakespeare said, "Life is a stage and we are all merely players".  Here I am 38 years later still trying to determine the role I play.  Sometimes I am the mother, holding and loving someone who may cause me a bit of pain because the pain is worth it.  Sometimes I am the father, wanting to jump in and save someone I care for - fighting those who harm the ones I love.  Sometimes I am the child again, wanting desperately to feel peaceful and  loved, that I strain and over work that muscle called the Heart.  And sometimes, I am the child who really did fall asleep, staying oblivious to what is going on around me - happily dreaming of a fairy-tale life.  


There may come a time when it is impossible to play any role without someone getting hurt. There may even be a time when you stand on the stage and wonder why everyone else seems to have a script in the story of your life while you wander around confused at the scenes that play out before you. I wonder if maybe there are times when the best thing for everyone is to get off the stage completely and join a new theater company.  I can then write my own script, pick out my own cast of characters and it is completely up to me, how the story ends.  Strain on the heart is inevitable...how long you go before you give up and open your eyes?  Well, that's up to you.  

What is your earliest memory from childhood?  I can visualize things from when I was a very young girl but when it comes to memories that include a specific day or incident, I would say I can recall back to about the age of four.



I can still picture the room I was in and the smile on my mother's face as she rocked me to sleep.  She was singing Edelweiss,  (which I have always sung, and still sing to my own children) and I was pretending to be asleep while trying to peek out my left eye at the television.  She had to of known I was still awake.  Four years old's aren't very good at fooling moms, but Mothers tend overlook those sort of things when holding their cute little baby girl. 


I am not sure how long she had been holding me but it must have been quite a while because my father walked in and asked my mother if she wanted him to take me into bed.  She told him that she was going to rock me a little while longer. Then my dad said, "Isn't she hurting your arm?"  I had no idea I was hurting her!  I can remember as if it were yesterday, the way my little neck strained to quickly lift my head.  Not high enough to cause anyone to notice I was awake, but just enough to stop any harm I felt I may have been inflicting.  I stayed that way, flexing and straining my neck  for what seemed like an eternity to a four year old.  It was probably less than a minute of my blond head trying to defy gravity.  My face must have been bright red by the time I gave up, relaxed my neck and opened my eyes. But, those 60 or so seconds had a huge effect on me, that would be a factor in almost every aspect of my life, even to this day.


In 1969 I was born to a father who had epilepsy and a mother with polio.  My mother tired easily and was limited when it came to the physical demands on a mother.  I grew up hearing stories about my parents being bullied when they were kids.  I watched my mother find creative ways of accomplishing the things she was told she couldn't do.  My mother was told she was unable to have children - she had five.  Polio had left her muscles quite weak, so weak that she was unable to  fasten the safety pins holding up her children's cloth diapers - so she used her teeth.  She was unable to raise her arms up high above her head - so my father would hold us above her head while she tried to make us laugh.


She gave me a brother and sisters I love beyond measure.  She taught me to stand up for and defend those who have special needs.  She always told me I was beautiful, so I grew up believing she was right.  I have many great memories of my early years. My mother has always been good with little children and I was no exception.  I love her for trying her best when we were young. My mother could not and did not do a lot of the things other mothers did but I appreciated the good things she did. And what she did in that rocking chair was making me feel safe, happy and loved.  


After two divorces and being a single mother of 5 children, I believe her rose colored glasses got lost and things changed. I know what it is like to be a single mother and a mother of teenagers so I understand that stress can really do a number on mothers ability to keep it together at all times. Like all mothers and daughters we have our issues but I focus on the good and forgive the bad while saving a spot in my heart for the day that things change for the better.


From what I can tell, she is a good grandmother to the grandchildren she lives with and she is a terrific, loyal mother to her youngest daughter. My mom has had flashes of greatness - moments of real strength - and I hope someday I will witness those traits again.  She is a whiz at Genelogy and Family History and is quite creative.  One of the smartest things my mother ever did was to marry my step father.  It is easy to see how much he loves her and I am thankful every day that they have each other.  No matter what the situation is, if my mother wants something, she will usually find a way.  In the past, I have admired her tenacity when it comes to facing obstacles and I think that my attitude of "don't ever tell me what I can't do" came from her example of "where there is a will, there is a way".  


My four year old self loved it when my mother held me and in that moment my will was to not cause my mother harm.  If I wanted to stay in her arms, I had to muster up all my little girl strength and use muscles I didn't even know I had.  Not much has changed since then except now, I have built up really strong neck muscles - and the rocking stopped years ago.  When it comes to family, I have tried to be like my mom when she replied to my father that she wanted to hold me and keep rocking a bit longer.  I've tried to tell myself the pain is worth the fleeting moments of feeling loved.


Shakespeare said, "Life is a stage and we are all merely players".  Here I am 38 years later still trying to determine the role I play.  Sometimes I am the mother, holding and loving someone who may cause me a bit of pain because the pain is worth it.  Sometimes I am the father, wanting to jump in and save someone I care for - fighting those who harm the ones I love.  Sometimes I am the child again, wanting desperately to feel peaceful and  loved, that I strain and over work that muscle called the Heart.  And sometimes, I am the child who really did fall asleep, staying oblivious to what is going on around me - happily dreaming of a fairy-tale life.  


There may come a time when it is impossible to play any role without someone getting hurt. There may even be a time when you stand on the stage and wonder why everyone else seems to have a script in the story of your life while you wander around confused at the scenes that play out before you. I wonder if maybe there are times when the best thing for everyone is to get off the stage completely and join a new theater company.  I can then write my own script, pick out my own cast of characters and it is completely up to me, how the story ends.  Strain on the heart is inevitable...how long you go before you give up and open your eyes?  Well, that's up to you.  

I'm Getting some Breathing Space

I won! Woo Hoo!

So excited to go!  Thanks Cute Culture Chick!

I won! Woo Hoo!

So excited to go!  Thanks Cute Culture Chick!

"Churchy Women" are to Sensitive?!

My phone rang not long ago and when I answered, I heard the frantic voice of my dear friend.  You know the voice, the one where it takes only one word and you instantly know that something serious has happened.


After a few minutes I had the basics of what had gone down at my friends house.  My friend had found pictures on her teenage daughters phone.  Yes, THOSE kind of pictures. A boy from school had sent her daughter a text with pics of his private parts. Yep, you heard right....and not just one picture, no...this boy had proudly sent 3 photos.  My friend freaked out (as I believe most mothers would) and began yelling at her daughter. The response she received stunned her.  Her daughter casually deleted the photos and told her mom it was no big deal - that guys send photos like that all the time.  She then went on to explain how all her friends have had at least one boy send similar photos at one time or another.  My friend was in shock, and after telling me this information, I was shocked as well.  When did this sort of behavior become common place, or no big deal to our young girls?  And who on earth has convinced the male population that women find those parts attractive in the first place?  All I know is that I have yet to meet a woman who has said, "Hmmm, you know what I'd LOVE a picture of?!"  But that is beside the point.

My friend had talked with the mother of one of her daughters friends and recieved the advice: "it's how kids are these days.  Just delete the photos or call the police if the kid he wont stop".  This "mother" then threw in her two cents about "churchy women" being to sensitive.  My friend being the  "churchy" woman.  (It is moments like these where I am grateful I have a blog where I can vent my frustrations and ramble on about people like this so called mother).

I admit it... I think that mother is a fool.  An ignorant woman who will most likely produce a daughter who will end up being the happy recipient of many inappropriate photos.  It is sad, really.  Maybe that is normal in her home, but it is way beyond acceptable in my neck of the woods.  I don't think I am alone in thinking our young people need to set much higher standards for themselves.  Yes, I am a religious woman, trying my best to make choices in life that are in line with my beliefs that I am a daughter of God, but I do I consider myself to be fairly open minded when it comes to relationships, dating and the opposite sex.

I have friends who think discussing any topics remotely related to sex is inappropriate, and I also have friends who will casually mention the latest trick they are trying in the bedroom.  I have a family member who once bragged about how "wild-n-crazy" she and her husband are by announcing that the previous night, they had "done it on the floor".   She was so proud of herself she didn't notice the slight sarcasm in my voice when I said, "Wow...pretty impressive" replying with a smug smile, "I know, right!"  I'm not knocking anyone who has a healthy and happy relationship, I am just amazed at the many different attitudes and ideas about what is considered to be normal or extreme.  Is it these extreme ideas that are responsible for reckless parenting?  I'm not sure.

I am far from being a prude but, I also have no plans to ever install a stripper pole in my home.  Would I take pole dancing classes?  Yes, I would.  I hear it's a great workout and lots of fun.  Would I ever be able to dance for my significant other without hysterically laughing?  No way, not ever.  In fact, I am smiling while I type this, at the very thought of that scene playing out in my bedroom.  So, with all the different types of relationships out there, all the different kind of moms out there and with all the information about how technology can be used in very scary ways to pull out kids into the world of predators - how do we stop our girls from thinking that getting a photo of some guy's body part, is any where near acceptable?  How do we convince our girls that they deserve better?  And lets not forget the boys part in all this.  As a mother of three sons, I believe one of my most important jobs is to raise young men who have the utmost respect for women.  Boys, and men for that matter, who respect women, do NOT send inappropriate photos.

I was thinking that with all the amazing, smart women out there, surely we could put our heads together and come up with some sort of app that our daughters could use if they receive one of those unattractive and inappropriate pictures.  Wouldn't it be great if when a girl gets a text like my friend's daughter received,  all they would have to do is click a button and a mass text or email is sent out to friends and the parents of said boy, letting them all know just how proud they should be of the young man they are raising.  It's just a thought, I'm thinking of other options as well.... stay tuned.

At the end of the day, my friend and I agreed that we have to do what we can in our own home, with our own families first.  This is not a religious thing, it is a parent thing. We can't stop the all the evils of the world but we can teach our kids to rise above them.  The world's idea of normal, does not represent what I want for my kids - and I will not embrace or accept those things that I know to be harmful into my home.  We can teach our daughters to wait for a boy who is worthy of her. Parenting is tough, even under the best of circumstances but because we love our children so very much, we have to give it all we've got.  I've always thought that girls are emotionally tough while boys are physically overwhelming, especially when they are younger.  We all want our children to find happiness and be treated well by this world.   Shielding our kids from harm can be a huge, emotionally draining job. But as parents, we have to do all we can as to make that happen.  A job with great benefits, but a job none the less.  It's our job to freak out when we see photos, give long talks and set restrictions where needed.  It is our job to kick those boys to the curb!  Our job to tell our friend it is okay to freak out because that is what parents do!  That job never really ends.  The good thing is, that it's a job worth every single moment of frustration and heartache.  The end result is our reward and it is Oh, so very, very worth it.

My phone rang not long ago and when I answered, I heard the frantic voice of my dear friend.  You know the voice, the one where it takes only one word and you instantly know that something serious has happened.


After a few minutes I had the basics of what had gone down at my friends house.  My friend had found pictures on her teenage daughters phone.  Yes, THOSE kind of pictures. A boy from school had sent her daughter a text with pics of his private parts. Yep, you heard right....and not just one picture, no...this boy had proudly sent 3 photos.  My friend freaked out (as I believe most mothers would) and began yelling at her daughter. The response she received stunned her.  Her daughter casually deleted the photos and told her mom it was no big deal - that guys send photos like that all the time.  She then went on to explain how all her friends have had at least one boy send similar photos at one time or another.  My friend was in shock, and after telling me this information, I was shocked as well.  When did this sort of behavior become common place, or no big deal to our young girls?  And who on earth has convinced the male population that women find those parts attractive in the first place?  All I know is that I have yet to meet a woman who has said, "Hmmm, you know what I'd LOVE a picture of?!"  But that is beside the point.

My friend had talked with the mother of one of her daughters friends and recieved the advice: "it's how kids are these days.  Just delete the photos or call the police if the kid he wont stop".  This "mother" then threw in her two cents about "churchy women" being to sensitive.  My friend being the  "churchy" woman.  (It is moments like these where I am grateful I have a blog where I can vent my frustrations and ramble on about people like this so called mother).

I admit it... I think that mother is a fool.  An ignorant woman who will most likely produce a daughter who will end up being the happy recipient of many inappropriate photos.  It is sad, really.  Maybe that is normal in her home, but it is way beyond acceptable in my neck of the woods.  I don't think I am alone in thinking our young people need to set much higher standards for themselves.  Yes, I am a religious woman, trying my best to make choices in life that are in line with my beliefs that I am a daughter of God, but I do I consider myself to be fairly open minded when it comes to relationships, dating and the opposite sex.

I have friends who think discussing any topics remotely related to sex is inappropriate, and I also have friends who will casually mention the latest trick they are trying in the bedroom.  I have a family member who once bragged about how "wild-n-crazy" she and her husband are by announcing that the previous night, they had "done it on the floor".   She was so proud of herself she didn't notice the slight sarcasm in my voice when I said, "Wow...pretty impressive" replying with a smug smile, "I know, right!"  I'm not knocking anyone who has a healthy and happy relationship, I am just amazed at the many different attitudes and ideas about what is considered to be normal or extreme.  Is it these extreme ideas that are responsible for reckless parenting?  I'm not sure.

I am far from being a prude but, I also have no plans to ever install a stripper pole in my home.  Would I take pole dancing classes?  Yes, I would.  I hear it's a great workout and lots of fun.  Would I ever be able to dance for my significant other without hysterically laughing?  No way, not ever.  In fact, I am smiling while I type this, at the very thought of that scene playing out in my bedroom.  So, with all the different types of relationships out there, all the different kind of moms out there and with all the information about how technology can be used in very scary ways to pull out kids into the world of predators - how do we stop our girls from thinking that getting a photo of some guy's body part, is any where near acceptable?  How do we convince our girls that they deserve better?  And lets not forget the boys part in all this.  As a mother of three sons, I believe one of my most important jobs is to raise young men who have the utmost respect for women.  Boys, and men for that matter, who respect women, do NOT send inappropriate photos.

I was thinking that with all the amazing, smart women out there, surely we could put our heads together and come up with some sort of app that our daughters could use if they receive one of those unattractive and inappropriate pictures.  Wouldn't it be great if when a girl gets a text like my friend's daughter received,  all they would have to do is click a button and a mass text or email is sent out to friends and the parents of said boy, letting them all know just how proud they should be of the young man they are raising.  It's just a thought, I'm thinking of other options as well.... stay tuned.

At the end of the day, my friend and I agreed that we have to do what we can in our own home, with our own families first.  This is not a religious thing, it is a parent thing. We can't stop the all the evils of the world but we can teach our kids to rise above them.  The world's idea of normal, does not represent what I want for my kids - and I will not embrace or accept those things that I know to be harmful into my home.  We can teach our daughters to wait for a boy who is worthy of her. Parenting is tough, even under the best of circumstances but because we love our children so very much, we have to give it all we've got.  I've always thought that girls are emotionally tough while boys are physically overwhelming, especially when they are younger.  We all want our children to find happiness and be treated well by this world.   Shielding our kids from harm can be a huge, emotionally draining job. But as parents, we have to do all we can as to make that happen.  A job with great benefits, but a job none the less.  It's our job to freak out when we see photos, give long talks and set restrictions where needed.  It is our job to kick those boys to the curb!  Our job to tell our friend it is okay to freak out because that is what parents do!  That job never really ends.  The good thing is, that it's a job worth every single moment of frustration and heartache.  The end result is our reward and it is Oh, so very, very worth it.

Girlfriends

I stopped talking and then slowly,

I looked at the five women.
one by one...

 

Heather was sitting next to me on the right, so I started with her. Heather is smart. One of my favorite things about her is the conviction and strength with which she speaks. Each time I hear her give an answer or comment in Sunday School, I am in awe. She knows her stuff when it comes to religion. Someday I'd like to be like Heather.

To the right of Heather is Diane. I instantly liked her and have loved getting to know her. Diane is the kind of friend every girl should have. Down to earth, fun, super cool and friendly.  On top of all that, she has a beautiful voice and she teaches choir at BYU. Diane has many talents, one of which is the gift of music. Someday I'd like to be like Diane.

Charise was next. Tall, blonde and always gorgeous. She and I are both college students. We are both passionate about social issues and are determined to make a difference.  Charise can be intimidating if you don't have a strong self esteem. I'm so glad I've gotten to know her because I discovered she has an even more beautiful soul. Charise is going to be a strong force in the near future, helping families through tough times.  Gorgeous and working hard to make a difference in this life. Someday I'd like to be like Charise.

And then came Michelle. It was in her house we had gathered at, and it was her fluffy carpet I kept running my hand over. She is kind, soft spoken at times and she is easy to talk to.  Michelle is a good mom, cheering her athletic kids on at every sporting event. She and I have had to deal with similar family issues but, she has been able to put it behind her, at peace with the past. Michelle has great perspective and I admire her greatly. Someday I'd like to be like Michelle.

Only one friend to go, and she was sitting beside me on my left. I glanced at Cindy and she smiled back. Cindy always smiles.  If I were her, I'd smile all the time too.  In so many ways, Cindy is my idol. She is a cute mom with a lovely family, she is genuine and she is sincere. She has successfully raised children through those teenage years, giving me a wonderful source of tips and advice. Cindy parents with faith and prayer, relying on the spirit to guide her. Someday I'd like to be like Cindy.

Six women having a girls night. 

Five women I call my friends. 

Four hours spent together tonight, having a great time.
Amazing, talented women.
Maybe my gift is the ability to pick high caliber friends.
If these ladies don't make it to heaven, 
there is no hope for me!

If you start off a bit unsure, 

if you step outside your comfort zone and attend a girls night,

If you talk about everything & sometimes nothing for hours, 

if you laugh a lot and even cry a little,

If you are given support, and 

if you get great advice from each of them, and...

if you do all this while consuming junk food and diet coke, 

You can count yourself quite lucky. 

But...

if you leave at the end of the night, thinking those women are no longer just friends, but sisters you will love forever...well then, you're not lucky at all. You're very blessed. 

Thanks ladies!

I stopped talking and then slowly,

I looked at the five women.
one by one...

 

Heather was sitting next to me on the right, so I started with her. Heather is smart. One of my favorite things about her is the conviction and strength with which she speaks. Each time I hear her give an answer or comment in Sunday School, I am in awe. She knows her stuff when it comes to religion. Someday I'd like to be like Heather.

To the right of Heather is Diane. I instantly liked her and have loved getting to know her. Diane is the kind of friend every girl should have. Down to earth, fun, super cool and friendly.  On top of all that, she has a beautiful voice and she teaches choir at BYU. Diane has many talents, one of which is the gift of music. Someday I'd like to be like Diane.

Charise was next. Tall, blonde and always gorgeous. She and I are both college students. We are both passionate about social issues and are determined to make a difference.  Charise can be intimidating if you don't have a strong self esteem. I'm so glad I've gotten to know her because I discovered she has an even more beautiful soul. Charise is going to be a strong force in the near future, helping families through tough times.  Gorgeous and working hard to make a difference in this life. Someday I'd like to be like Charise.

And then came Michelle. It was in her house we had gathered at, and it was her fluffy carpet I kept running my hand over. She is kind, soft spoken at times and she is easy to talk to.  Michelle is a good mom, cheering her athletic kids on at every sporting event. She and I have had to deal with similar family issues but, she has been able to put it behind her, at peace with the past. Michelle has great perspective and I admire her greatly. Someday I'd like to be like Michelle.

Only one friend to go, and she was sitting beside me on my left. I glanced at Cindy and she smiled back. Cindy always smiles.  If I were her, I'd smile all the time too.  In so many ways, Cindy is my idol. She is a cute mom with a lovely family, she is genuine and she is sincere. She has successfully raised children through those teenage years, giving me a wonderful source of tips and advice. Cindy parents with faith and prayer, relying on the spirit to guide her. Someday I'd like to be like Cindy.

Six women having a girls night. 

Five women I call my friends. 

Four hours spent together tonight, having a great time.
Amazing, talented women.
Maybe my gift is the ability to pick high caliber friends.
If these ladies don't make it to heaven, 
there is no hope for me!

If you start off a bit unsure, 

if you step outside your comfort zone and attend a girls night,

If you talk about everything & sometimes nothing for hours, 

if you laugh a lot and even cry a little,

If you are given support, and 

if you get great advice from each of them, and...

if you do all this while consuming junk food and diet coke, 

You can count yourself quite lucky. 

But...

if you leave at the end of the night, thinking those women are no longer just friends, but sisters you will love forever...well then, you're not lucky at all. You're very blessed. 

Thanks ladies!

Quotes I loved this week

Girls Get Easter Pranked with Live Animals

My family LOVED this Easter prank!  

How would you top this?! I'm afraid my boys are already brainstorming.

My family LOVED this Easter prank!  

How would you top this?! I'm afraid my boys are already brainstorming.

Quotes

If you have.....Gratitude

If you have food in your fridge, clothes on your back, a roof over your head and a place to sleep you are richer than 75% of the world.

If you have money in the bank, your wallet, and some spare change you are among the top 8% of the world’s wealthy.

If you woke up this morning with more health than illness you are more blessed than the million people who will not survive this week.

If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the agony of imprisonment or torture, or the horrible pangs of starvation vou are luckier than 500 million people alive and suffering.

If you can read this message you are more fortunate than 3 billion people in the world who cannot read it at all.

If you have food in your fridge, clothes on your back, a roof over your head and a place to sleep you are richer than 75% of the world.

If you have money in the bank, your wallet, and some spare change you are among the top 8% of the world’s wealthy.

If you woke up this morning with more health than illness you are more blessed than the million people who will not survive this week.

If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the agony of imprisonment or torture, or the horrible pangs of starvation vou are luckier than 500 million people alive and suffering.

If you can read this message you are more fortunate than 3 billion people in the world who cannot read it at all.

Simply Diet, Simply Exercise, Simply Me

Quotes

Life's Highs

1. Laughing hysterically

2. Dancing your heart out

3. Star gazing
4. Shopping  
5. Going to the beach
6. Listening to the rain
7. Ice-cream on a hot day
8. Feeling wanted

9. Getting that warm, fuzzy feeling when you think about the one you love
10. ReceIving text messages
11. Personal jokes
12. ComplIments
13. Late night phone calls

14. Christmas  
15. Hugs
16. Kisses
17. Knowing someone misses you
18. Knowing someone is thinking of you
19. Good dreams
20. Skipping school for a day
21. Lying on the grass starring into the sky
22. Getting all the laundry done
23. Jumping into a warm bed on a cold night
24. Seeing your guys/girls name on your mobile when it rings
25. Your first kiss 
26. Talking for hours about absolutely nothing
27. Looking back on the laughs
28. Receiving presents
29. Giving presents
30. Birthdays
31. Air conditioning when it's hot
32. Being full of energy
33. Seeing your boyfriend/girlfriend
34. Watching someone do something stupid, and them thinking no one saw
35. Nice smelling perfume/cologne/deodorant
36. Good hair days
37. Turning on the radio to hear that your favourite song is being played

38. Running into an old friend
39. Strolling along the pier at night
40. Finding $5 on the ground

41. Being home alone
42. Reading a good magazine
43. Sun baking
44. Sleeping in
45. Watching the sun come up
46. Seeing a shooting star
47. Waking up to find the person you love in your arms
48. Weekends
49. Holidays
50. Jumping on a trampoline
51. Sitting infront on the fire on a cold evening
52. Smell of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies
53. Singing into your hairbrush in your room
54. Bubble baths
55. Turning up your sterio as loud as it will go
56. Being so happy it makes you cry
57. Summer
58. Finally completing somthing you started a long time ago
58. Achieving a long time goal

59. Warm summer nights

60. Falling in love...

1. Laughing hysterically

2. Dancing your heart out

3. Star gazing
4. Shopping  
5. Going to the beach
6. Listening to the rain
7. Ice-cream on a hot day
8. Feeling wanted

9. Getting that warm, fuzzy feeling when you think about the one you love
10. ReceIving text messages
11. Personal jokes
12. ComplIments
13. Late night phone calls

14. Christmas  
15. Hugs
16. Kisses
17. Knowing someone misses you
18. Knowing someone is thinking of you
19. Good dreams
20. Skipping school for a day
21. Lying on the grass starring into the sky
22. Getting all the laundry done
23. Jumping into a warm bed on a cold night
24. Seeing your guys/girls name on your mobile when it rings
25. Your first kiss 
26. Talking for hours about absolutely nothing
27. Looking back on the laughs
28. Receiving presents
29. Giving presents
30. Birthdays
31. Air conditioning when it's hot
32. Being full of energy
33. Seeing your boyfriend/girlfriend
34. Watching someone do something stupid, and them thinking no one saw
35. Nice smelling perfume/cologne/deodorant
36. Good hair days
37. Turning on the radio to hear that your favourite song is being played

38. Running into an old friend
39. Strolling along the pier at night
40. Finding $5 on the ground

41. Being home alone
42. Reading a good magazine
43. Sun baking
44. Sleeping in
45. Watching the sun come up
46. Seeing a shooting star
47. Waking up to find the person you love in your arms
48. Weekends
49. Holidays
50. Jumping on a trampoline
51. Sitting infront on the fire on a cold evening
52. Smell of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies
53. Singing into your hairbrush in your room
54. Bubble baths
55. Turning up your sterio as loud as it will go
56. Being so happy it makes you cry
57. Summer
58. Finally completing somthing you started a long time ago
58. Achieving a long time goal

59. Warm summer nights

60. Falling in love...