Facts of life!!

Life goes on...when days are tough...hang in there, better days are on the way!

GUTS OR BALLS?

We've all heard about people having guts or balls. But do you really know the difference between them? In an effort to keep you informed, the definition for each is listed below...

 

GUTS - is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being met by your wife with a broom, and having the guts to ask: "Are you still cleaning, or are you flying somewhere?"

 

BALLS - is coming home late after a night out with the guys, smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the butt and having the balls to say: "You're next."

 

I hope this clears up any confusion on the definitions.

 

Medically speaking, there is no difference in the outcome, since both ultimately result in death.

 

 

The Changing Faces of Men!

 The Love Word:
        After 6 weeks: I love you, I love you, I love you!
       After 6 months: Of course, I love you.
       After 6 years: If I didn't love you, then why do you think I proposed?

Back from Work:
        After 6 weeks: Honey, I'm home!
        After 6 months: I'm BACK!!
        After 6 years: Have you cooked?

Phone Ringing:
        After 6 weeks: Baby, somebody wants you on the phone.
        After 6 months: Here, it's for you.
        After 6 years: ANSWER THE PHONE!

Cooking:
         After 6 weeks: I never knew food could taste so good!
         After 6 months: What are we having for dinner tonight?
         After 6 years: AGAIN!

New Dress:
         After 6 weeks: Wow, you look like an angel in that dress.
         After 6 months: You bought a new dress again?
         After 6 years: How much did THAT cost me?

TELEVISION:
After 6 weeks: Baby, what would you like us to watch tonight?
After 6 months: I like this movie.

After 6 years: I'm going to watch ESPN, if you're not in the mood, go to bed, I can                                                                                           stay up by myself!

 

 

How Do I Love Thee

Did you know that there are two love poems titled “How Do I Love Thee?” You are probably familiar with Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s version, but there is a second written by Wilfred Owen. Mr. Owen was called by some the premier war poet of World War One, writing extensively on the horrors of trench and gas warfare. And yet, even in the midst of such human misery and suffering, he was able to pen a love poem. This, to me, speaks most eloquently of the power of the human spirit, even in the face of the unimaginable. So, without further ado, allow me to present to you both versions of “How Do I Love Thee?”

How Do I Love Thee? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways,
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints - I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, all of my life! - and, if God choose
I shall but love thee better after death.

In sharp contrast to Ms. Browning’s pastoral prose is Mr. Owen’s verse, born out of, or perhaps in defiance of, the pain and trauma he suffered during the war. His voice is that of a man humbled and broken, yet determined to love, for he knows that no matter the cost, love is the only worthwhile pursuit and can blossom out of any and all circumstance.


How Do I Love Thee? by Wilfred Owen

I cannot woo thee as the lion his mate,
With proud parade and fierce prestige of presence;
Nor thy fleet fancy may I captivate
With pastoral attitudes in flowery pleasance;
Nor will I kneeling court thee with sedate
And comfortable plans of husbandhood;
Nor file before thee as a candidate…
I cannot woo thee as a lover would.

To wrest thy hand from rivals, iron-gloved,
Or cheat them by craft, I am not clever.
But I do love thee even as Shakespeare loved,
Most gently wild, and desperately for ever,
Full-hearted, grave, and manfully in vain,
With thought, high pain, and ever vaster pain.

I think am losing my marbles...thinking of such things as love...the undying kind at that because who can trust a human being's heart?...who can fathom it?...it may all be kiwani!!
It must be the silence...the general lack of things to dig my teeth into...

Fresh Start

I have probably used those two words about a hundred times in the last couple of months. Why does my soul crave a fresh start? am I suggesting that my life has gone stale/ that I am beginning to smell something putrid?...maybe...
I have always been fascinated by the opportunity to do something new... despite my very cool, calm collected exterior, I am always itching for a change of scene on the inside...so, at least to me, my decision to cross borders was not shocking :-)
Lots of people in my life have expressed shock that I could up and leave...but I think, really, that now is the time for me to make purely selfish decisions before I have other societal responsibilities...
Well, by and large, I will wait and see how everything turns out..will I be happy? will I be free? Will I find success? Will I be blessed?...Will I find favour? Will I grow?...
Time and circumstance...
Time and circumstance...