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John Is The Kind Of Guy You Love To Hate

John is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say.

I am thankful...

.. for the husband who complains when his dinner is not on time, because it means he is home with me, not with someone else.

TO MEET SUCH A MAN

I sat, with two friends, in the picture window of a quaint restaurant just off the corner of the town-square. The food and the company were both especially good that day.

You might be a redneck if:

  • It never occurred to you to be offended by the phrase, 'One nation, under God.'
  • You've never protested about seeing the 10 Commandments posted in public places.
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No Fear, if We Know the Master

A sick man turned to his doctor as he was preparing to leave the examination room and said, "Doctor, I am afraid to die. Tell me what lies on the other side."

Life

Life, sometimes so wearying
Is worth its weight in gold
The experience of traveling
Lends a wisdom that is old
Beyond our 'living memory'

If I Had My Child to Raise All Over Again

If I had my child to raise all over again,
I'd build self-esteem first,
and the house later.
I'd finger-paint more,
and point the finger less.

"C'mon, Mom, you can break the law! There are no cars for miles."

My 11-year-old son cajoled me to run the red light as we waited at a deserted intersection.

I'm reading more and dusting less.

I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting in the yard and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden.

Lessons Learned

One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live.

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