Thought for the Day


God’s Wife 

Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once

talked about a contest he was asked to judge. 
The purpose of the
contest was to find the most caring child.
    The winner was:
1.  A four-year-old child, whose next door
neighbor was an elderly gentleman, who had recently 

lost his wife. 

Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into 

the old gentleman’s’ yard, climbed onto his lap, 

and just sat there.
   When his mother asked him what he had
said to the neighbor, the little boy just said, 

‘Nothing, I just helped him cry.’
2.  Teacher Debbie Moon’s first graders were
discussing a picture of a family. One little boy in the picture
had a different hair color than the other members. 

One of her students suggested that he was adopted.
   A little girl said, ‘I know all about
Adoption, I was adopted.’
   ‘What does it mean to be adopted?’, asked
  another child.
     ‘It means’, said the girl, ‘that you grew
in your mommy’s heart instead of her tummy!’
3.      On my way home one day, I stopped to
watch a Little League baseball game that was 

being played in a park near my home. As I sat down 

behind the bench on the first base line, 

I asked one of the boys what the score was

    ‘We’re behind 14 to nothing,’ he answered with a smile.
  ‘Really,’ I said. ‘I have to say you
don’t look very discouraged.’
  ‘Discouraged?’, the boy asked with a
puzzled look on his face.
‘Why should we be discouraged? We haven’t
Been up to bat yet.’
4. Whenever I’m disappointed with my spot
in life, I stop and think about little Jamie Scott.
    Jamie was trying out for a part in the school play. 

His mother told me that he’d set his heart on being
in it, though she feared he would not be chosen.
        On the day the parts were awarded, I went
with her to collect him after school. Jamie rushed up to her,
eyes shining with pride and excitement.  ‘Guess what, Mom,’ 

he shouted, and then said those words that will remain 

a lesson to me… ‘I’ve been chosen to clap and cheer.’
5.   An eye witness account from New York
City, on a cold day in December, some years ago: 

A little boy, about 10-years-old, was standing before 

a shoe store on the roadway, barefooted, peering 

through the window, and shivering with cold.

   A lady approached the young boy and said,
  ‘My, but you’re in such deep thought staring in that window!’
‘I was asking God to give me a pair of
shoes, ‘was the boy’s reply.
   The lady took him by the hand, went into
  the store, and asked the clerk to get half a dozen pairs of

socks for the boy. She then asked if he could give her a basin 

of water and a towel. He quickly brought them to her.
She took the little fellow to the back
part of the store and, removing her gloves, knelt down, 

washed his little feet, and dried them with the towel. 
By this time, the clerk had returned with
the socks. Placing a pair upon the boy’s feet, 

she purchased him a pair of shoes.

      She tied up the remaining pairs of socks
and gave them to him. She patted him on the head and 

said, ‘No doubt, you will be more comfortable now.’
   As she turned to go, the astonished kid
caught her by the hand, and looking up into her face, 

with tears in his eyes, asked her.
  ‘Are you God’s wife?’
  Hope this put a smile on your face it

Sure did mine!


Thought of the day 😁

Everything in life is temporary
So if things are going okay
Enjoy what you have it’s only temporary
And if things are going a bit down, don’t worry
It won’t last either
Ain’t things grand
It can’t last forever
Today I don’t feel like doing anything
Except I would do YOU👄
I promise to be by your side
Or under
Or on top
I don’t have a dirty mind I
Have a sexy imagination
Your face would look better between my legs
I know I’m a handful but that’s okay you got big hands
Cowboy 😁

Bleeding Hearts – welcome back ’Mum’

“BLEEDING HEART[S]!” a poem June 21, 2019 [Friday]

Recently, a friend of mind – said, “You-condone atrocities!”

I-replied: “Oh, no, no, no! but-I-do-believe in-A-MEN-i-ties!

And -that includes: BEING ‘civil!’ even-to-MONSTERS,* so-called!

Yet, NO! with-what-they-sometimes-do with-that I-AM QUITE-appalled!

However, I- am just a person, drowning-in-all-this-scary stuff ( make better decisions )

& LOVE & TORMENT, BLISS & COMPASSION, dealing with some Fate,

Which seems (it seems) to have-placed-me in This Bloody Middle, missing out on date night, again…

But – NO! I-don’t-CONDONE HATE!-or- HURT! even-just-a-little! (!)

And IF – one night, as I lay sleeping, an-intruder entered there,

Seeking-to-hurt those-I-love I would say: “I care –

For you and wish-you-all-the-best!” And – Well! I’D KILL-THEM-ON-THE-SPOT,

[But] Not because I WANT them dead! or-their-d.n.a.’s-too-hot,*

But because – protection of myself – and of-those-I-love, but because I would probably faint with fright. 😜 my woman takes care of me, she’s a real mean bitch, that one

Is (to-me) MORE IMPORTANT – than “The Rights” they’re thinking of,

Which seem to-THEM to justify what they’re about to do, wack me over the head, kick me in the balls, gee that’s a thought just call me ”Dickless Harry”

Well, BYE! BYE! person! with such thoughts! Since I-can’t put you in a zoo,** ( shut up cowboy)

I’ll put you in a quiet grave, and – I’ll come – to lay you flowers, ( just wait while I dig the grave for you big boy🤪 )

And wish-you-the-best! and throw-you-a-kiss, and hope [that] repeated-showers blow flies fill her with magotts 😂

Wash away – any hate or angst – or regret – or STUFF we-ALL-possess, especially me, the Texas Cowboy

Which! may-make-us-HUMAN – but-doesn’t-give-us-any-right- to wash my own clothes, do the ironing and cook all the meals to eat myself ( my first love)

TO-HARM-WITH-GREAT-IM-PRESS! 🙂 – This, I confess!

fin <3 A-MEN!

  • – There are some who believe that, for instance, the d.n.a. strands of serial killers, pedophiles and rapists are essentially different than “main stream society!” That MAY be true! I don’t know! However, LOVING your “neighbor” means, I think, having compassion on their condition [whatever their DNA looks like!!] It DOES NOT mean you have to let them live just as they are about to “shoot mum!” oh my goodness gracious not my Mum!

fin <3

Welcome back Mum

** – Although it SEEMS OBVIOUS, we ALL are living in THIS ZOO! Why else would all this amazing stuff be going on? Oh well just find another cook I guess 🔙💃

Stuck in a glass box ~

Some where over the sea

Your lost chances hide away

Waiting to be found

Don’t stay STUCK


Time is catching up, moments slipping away

Do you feel better, chasing nothing

Would you give time up to stay STUCK in the past

Many make that huge mistake

Only to spend the last days of their lives in remorse

Never to have it all

TIME awaits no man






I just wanted you to know I made it home to you, it was so lovely there, so fresh, pure as love could be, but no as lovely as you, my love ❤️

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