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American Mom, Thank
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Erma Bombeck, "Let's Wear
Purple Hats"
Beautiful Women's
Month
A Joke for
Women
SOMEONE
said... Thank You Mom!
Subject: Fw: FW: Men Bashing
- awwww sorry guys
WORRY!!!
PASS IT ON TO OTHER PARENTS (and also to your
children)
American Mom. Thank you.
I
was your child years ago and you nurtured me
You
gave me love and tenderness
And taught me who I should be.
You watched me grow and learn each
day
And
caught me if I fell
Encouraged
me to do my best
Proud
even when I did not do well.
And
now I am an adult
You
are always there for me
Supporting
me in all I do
Yet
allowing me to be "me".
The
Love I have for you
Mom
No
words could ever convey
You
made me everything I am
And
I am thankful every single day.
God
Bless my American Mom.
How
American Babies are delivered! We wish. Email
10/30/2002
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~~ WORRY
~~ Email July 2003
Is there a magic
cutoff period when offspring become accountable for their own
actions? Is there a wonderful moment when parents can become
detached spectators in the lives of their children and shrug,
"It's their life," and feel nothing?
When I was in my
twenties, I stood in a hospital corridor waiting for doctors
to put a few stitches in my son's head. I asked, "When do you
stop worrying?" The nurse said, "When they get out of the
accident stage." My mother just smiled faintly and said
nothing.
When I was in my thirties, I sat on a little
chair in a class-room and heard how one of my children talked
incessantly, disrupted the class, and was headed for a career
making license plates. As if to read my mind, a teacher said,
"Don't worry, they all go through this stage and then you can
sit back, relax and enjoy them." My mother just smiled faintly
and said nothing.
When I was in my forties, I spent a
lifetime waiting for the phone to ring, the cars to come home,
the front door to open. A friend said, "They're trying to find
themselves. Don't worry, in a few years, you can stop
worrying. They'll be adults." My mother just smiled faintly
and said nothing.
By the time I was 50, I was sick
&tired of being vulnerable. I was still worrying over my
children, but there was a new wrinkle, there was nothing I
could do about it. My mother just smiled faintly and said
nothing. I continued to anguish over their failures, be
tormented by their frustrations and absorbed in their
disappointments.
My friends said that when my kids got
married I could stop worrying and lead my own life. I wanted
to believe that, but I was haunted by my mother's warm smile
and her occasional, "You look pale. Are you all right? Call me
the minute you get home. Are you depressed about something?"
Can it be that parents are sentenced to a lifetime of
worry? Is concern for one another handed down like a torch to
blaze the trail of human frailties and the fears of the
unknown? Is concern a curse or is it a virtue that elevates us
to the highest form of life?
One of my children became
quite irritable recently, saying to me, "Where were you? I've
been calling for 3 days, and no one answered. I was worried."
I smiled a warm smile. The torch has been passed.
PASS
IT ON TO OTHER PARENTS
(and also to your
children)
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Email
sent 7/18/2006 - SOMEONE said...
Thank You Mom!
Somebody said it takes about six
weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby
.
Somebody
doesn't know that once you're a mother, "Normal," is
history.
Somebody
said you learn how to be a mother by instinct ....
Somebody
never took a three-year-old shopping.
Somebody
said being a mother is boring ......
somebody
never organized four giggling Brownies to sell
cookies.
Somebody
said a mother can stop worrying after her child gets married
...
Somebody
doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law
to a mother's heartstrings.
Somebody
said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home
....
Somebody never
had grandchildren.
Somebody
said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell
her .
Somebody
isn't a mother.
Pass
this along to all the
"mothers" in
your life.
 Have
a Blessed Day!
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Sent:
Monday, October 28, 2002 9:22 AM
Subject: Purple
Hats RE:
Let's
Wear Purple Hats!
In
honor of women's history month and in memory of Erma Bombeck
who lost her
fight with cancer. Here is an angel sent to watch over
you.
Pass
this on to women that you want watched over. If you don't know
five women to pass this on to, one will do just fine.
IF I HAD MY LIFE TO
LIVE OVER - by Erma Bombeck
(written after she found out she was dying from
cancer).
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 have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before
it melted in storage..
I
would have talked less and listened
more.
I
would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet
was stained, or 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 have shared more of the
responsibility carried by my husband.
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 sat on the lawn with my grass
stains.
I
would have cried and laughed less while watching television
and more while
watching life.
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 you's." More "I'm
sorry's." 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.
Stop
sweating the small stuff. Don't worry about who doesn't like
you, who has more, or who's doing what. Instead, let's cherish
the relationships we have with those who do love
us.
Let's think about
what God HAS blessed us with. And what we are doing each day
to promote ourselves mentally, physically,
emotionally, we'll have one shot at this and then it's
gone. I hope you all have a blessed day.
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Beautiful Women's
Month
Age
3: She looks at herself and sees a
Queen.
Age
8: She looks at herself and sees
Cinderella.
Age
15: She looks at herself and sees an Ugly Sister (Mum I can't
go
To
school looking like this!)
Age
20: She looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too
short/too tall, too straight/too curly"- but decides she's
going out anyway.
Age
30: She looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too
short/too tall, too straight/too curly" - but decides she
doesn't have time to
fix It so she's going out anyway.
Age 40: She looks at herself and sees "clean" and goes
out anyway.
Age
50: She looks at herself and sees "I am" and goes wherever she
wants to go
Age
60: She looks at herself and reminds herself of all the
people
who
can't even see themselves in the mirror anymore. Goes out and
conquers the world.
Age
70: She looks at herself & sees wisdom, laughter and
ability, goes out and enjoys life.
Age 80: Doesn't bother
to look. Just puts on a purple hat and goes out to have fun
with the world.
Send this on to all the
women you are grateful to have as friends.
Maybe we should
all grab that purple hat earlier. Please send this to
phenomenal women today in celebration of beautiful Women's
Month.
"If
you do, something good will happen: you will boost
another woman's
self esteem. Even if you're on the right track, you'll get run
over if you just sit there." --Will Rogers
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A
Joke for women to enjoy.
Received
email 12/24/2002
Once
upon a time, a perfect man and a perfect woman met.
After a perfect courtship, they had a perfect wedding. Their
life together was, of course, perfect.
One
snowy, stormy Christmas Eve, this perfect couple were
driving their perfect car along a winding road, when they
noticed someone at the side
of the
road in distress. Being the perfect couple, they stopped to
help.
There
stood Santa Claus with a huge bundle of toys. Not wanting to
disappoint any children on the eve of Christmas, the perfect
couple loaded Santa and his toys into their vehicle. Soon they
were driving along delivering the toys.
Unfortunately,
the driving conditions deteriorated and the
perfect
couple and
Santa Claus had an accident. Only one of them survived the
accident.
Question:
Who was the survivor?
(Read
on for the answer. Trust
me, it’s worth it)
Answer:
The
perfect woman survived. She’s the only one who really existed
in
the first
place. Everyone knows there is no Santa Claus and there is no
such thing as a perfect man.
Women
stop reading here, that is the end of the joke.
Men
keep reading.
So,
if there is no perfect man and no Santa Claus, the woman must
have
been driving.
This explains why there was a car accident.
Men
Keep reading.
By
the way, if you’re a woman and you’re still reading,
this
illustrates
another point: Women never listen.
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Subject:
Fw: FW: Men Bashing - awwww sorry guys (Revised Deleted
Questions & Answers from Email sent)
Q:
Why does it take 1 million sperm to fertilize 1 egg? A: They
won't stop for directions.
Q:
Why did God make men before women? A: You need a rough draft
before you have a final copy.
Q:
How many men does it take to put the toilet seat down? A:
Nobody knows, it hasn't happened yet.
Q:
What is the thinnest book in the world? A: What men know about
women.
Q:
How many men does it take to screw in a light bulb? A: One.
Men will screw anything.
Q:
How does a man take a bubble bath? A: He eats beans for
dinner.
Q:
How can you tell if a man is sexually aroused? A: He's
breathing
Q:
What's the difference between men and government bonds? A:
Government bonds mature.
Q:
How do you save a man from drowning? A: Take your foot off of
his head.
Q:
How many men does it take to change a roll of toilet paper? A:
We don't know. It's never happened.
Q:
How are men and parking spots alike? A: The good ones are
always taken and the only ones left are handicapped.
Q:
What is a man's idea of helping out with housework? A: Lifting
his leg so you can vacuum.
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to me from my youngest daughter 
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