King Arthur Movie Tristan

Real Mothers don't eat quiche; they don't have time to make it.
Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils are probably in the sandbox.
Real Mothers often have sticky floors, filthy ovens and happy kids.
Real Mothers know that dried play dough doesn't come out of carpets.
Real Mothers don't want to know what the vacuum just sucked up.
Real Mothers sometimes ask 'Why me?' and get their answer when a littlevoice says, 'Because I love you best.'
Real Mothers know that a child's growth is not measured by height oryears or grade...It is marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to Mother...

The Images of Mother:
4 YEARS OF AGE - My Mommy can do anything!
8 YEARS OF AGE - My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!
12 YEARS OF AGE - My Mother doesn't really know quite everything.
14 YEARS OF AGE - Naturally, Mother doesn't know that, either.
16 YEARS OF AGE - Mother? She's hopelessly old-fashioned.
18 YEARS OF AGE - That old woman? She's way out of date!
25 YEARS OF AGE - Well, she might know a little bit about it!
35 YEARS OF AGE - Before we decide, let's get Mom's opinion.
45 YEARS OF AGE - Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?
65 YEARS OF AGE - Wish I could talk it over with Mom.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected inher soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion thatshe shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!

I AM THANKFUL:
FOR THE WIFE WHO SAYS IT'S HOT DOGS TONIGHT, BECAUSE SHE IS HOME WITH ME, AND NOT OUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE.

FOR THE HUSBAND WHO IS ON THE SOFA BEING A COUCH POTATO, BECAUSE HE IS HOME WITH ME AND NOT OUT AT THE BARS.

FOR THE TEENAGER WHO IS COMPLAINING ABOUT DOING DISHES BECAUSE IT MEANS SHE IS AT HOME, NOT ON THE STREETS.

FOR THE TAXES I PAY BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM EMPLOYED .

FOR THE MESS TO CLEAN AFTER A PARTY BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS.

FOR THE CLOTHES THAT FIT A LITTLE TOO SNUG BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT.

FOR MY SHADOW THAT WATCHES ME WORK BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM OUT IN THE SUNSHINE FOR A LAWN THAT NEEDS MOWING, WINDOWS THAT NEED CLEANING, AND GUTTERS THAT NEED FIXING BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE A HOME .

FOR ALL THE COMPLAINING I HEAR ABOUT THE GOVERNMENT BECAUSE IT MEANS WE HAVE FREEDOM OF SPEECH.

FOR THE PARKING SPOT I FIND AT THE FAR END OF THE PARKING LOT BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM CAPABLE OF WALKING AND I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH TRANSPORTATION .

FOR MY HUGE HEATING AND AIR CONDITIONING BILL BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM WARM IN THE WINTER & COOL IN THE SUMMER.

FOR THE LADY BEHIND ME IN CHURCH WHO SINGS OFF KEY BECAUSE IT MEANS I CAN HEAR.

FOR THE PILE OF LAUNDRY AND IRONING BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE CLOTHES TO WEAR.

FOR WEARINESS AND ACHING MUSCLES AT THE END OF THE DAY BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN CAPABLE OF WORKING HARD.

FOR THE ALARM THAT GOES OFF IN THE EARLY MORNING HOURS BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM ALIVE.

AND FINALLY, FOR TOO MUCH E-MAIL
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE FRIENDS WHO ARE THINKING OF ME.

Life is too short to wake up with regrets. So love the people who treat you right. Love the ones who don't just because you can. Believe everything happens for a reason. If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands. If it changes your life, let it. Kiss slowly. Forgive quickly. God never said life would be easy. He j ust promised it would be worth it.

Girlfriend and Sister's Week I am only as strong as the coffee I drink, the hairspray I use and the friends I have. To the cool women who have touched my life. Here's to you!

National Girlfriends Day What would most of us do without our sisters, confidantes and shopping, lunch ing, and tra veling girls? Let's celebrate each other for each other's sake!

Remember this every time you pass that little penny in the parking lot. I always thought that it was for good luck, but I love this version better.

I found a penny today Laying on the ground. But it's not just a penny, This little coin I've found.

Found pennies come from heaven, that's what my Grandpa told me.

He said Angels toss them down.

Oh, how I loved that story.

He said when an Angel misses you,

They toss a penny down;

Sometimes just to cheer you up,

To make a smile out of your frown.

So, don't pass by that penny

When you're feeling blue.

It may be a penny from heaven

That an Angel's tossed to you.

So now pass this on to people you care about

And who you feel are Angels to you.

I just did. An Angel is now watching over you.

There comes a time in every woman's life when she has to take a close lookat herself. Not at her circumstance, not at what she did, not how unfair life is, or at who made you do it. She has to just look atherself in all her glory and imperfection. Have you ever admired awoman who has been through changes in her life? Or have you made up in yourmind that she is just messed up. Before you make this mistake,take a closer look. A woman who has endured the most unusual life issomeone of wisdom, someone who has been chosen by God to go through thingsthat have made her stronger. Think of all the great women in the Bible: Mary Magdalene, Ruth and Naomi,the woman with an issue of blood, and Esther, to name a few. Mary was aprostitute, a very uneasy woman. But by the time Jesus wasdone with her, she was His closest follower. Esther was unfortunatein marrying an abusive man, but by the time God was done with her, she hadmarried one of the wealthiest men in the land. Women are so quick to beatthe next one down instead of trying to holdher up. Before you wonder, " What's up with her?" ask yourself,"What's up with me?" That woman could be my mother, sister, aunt,in-law, stepmother, niece, grandmother, great-grandmother, neighbor, friend,or co-worker, etc. That woman could be ME. Women are the carriers of life, not the channels of death. Let's build andencourage each other, as did Ruth and Naomi. Pass this to all the women inyour life. Encourage and love, forgive and forget, and trust that the womanthat receives this will be touched in some way.

My mom only had one eye. I hated her... she was such an embarrassment.
She cooked for students & teachers to support the family.
There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me.
I was so embarrassed.
How could she do this to me?
I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out.
The next day at school one of my classmates said, 'EEEE, your mom only has one eye!'
I wanted to bury myself.
I also wanted my mom to just disappear.
I confronted her that day and said, 'If you're only goanna make me a laughing stock, why don't you just die?'
My mom did not respond...
I didn't even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger.
I was oblivious to her feelings.
I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her.
So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study.
Then, I got married.
I bought a house of my own.
I had kids of my own.
I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts, then one day, my mother came to visit me.
She hadn't seen me in years and she didn't even meet her grandchildren.
When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited.
I screamed at her, 'How dare you come to my house and scare my children!'
GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!'
And to this, my mother quietly answered, 'Oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,' and she disappeared out of sight.
One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house.
So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip.
After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity.
My neighbors said that she died.
I did not shed a single tear.
They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.
'My dearest son,
I think of you all the time. I'm sorry that I came to your house and scared your children.
I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion.
But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you.
I'm sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up.
You see........when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye.
As a mother, I couldn't stand watching you having to grow up with one eye.
So I gave you mine.
I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye.
With all my love to you,
Your mother. '

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 Hours in a day is not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and 2 cups of coffee. A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full.. They agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous "yes." The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table And poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the Empty space between the sand. The students laughed. "Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things - God, family, children, health, friends, and Favorite passions -- things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, house, and car. The sand is everything else -- the small stuff. "If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. So... Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play With your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. "Take care of the golf balls first -- the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand." One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked". It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."

One day a woman's husband died, and on that clear, cold morning, in the warmth of their bedroom, the wife was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't anymore. No more hugs, no more special moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat, no more "just one minute." Sometimes, what we care about the most gets all used up and goes away, never to return before we can say good-bye, say "I love you." So while we have it . it's best we love it and care for it and fix it when it's broken ... .. and heal it when it's sick. This is true for marriage . and old cars .. and children with bad report cards and dogs with bad hips and aging parents and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep -- like a best friend who moved away or a classmate we grew up with. There are just some things that make us happy, no matter what. Life is important, like people we know who are special. and so, We keep them close! I received this from someone who thought I was a 'keeper'! Then I sent it to the people I think of in the same way. Now it's your turn to send this to all those people who are "keepers" in your life, including the person who sent it if you feel that way. Suppose one morning you never wake up, do all your friends know you love them? I was thinking...I could die today, tomorrow or next week, and I wondered if I had any wounds needing to be healed, friendships that needed rekindling or three words needing to be said. Let every one of your friends know you love them. Even if you think they don't love you back, you would be amazed at what those three little words and a smile can do.
And just in case GOD calls me home ..... I LOVE YA!!! I'm sssoooo glad you're my FRIEND!
Live today to the fullest because tomorrow is not promised.

>> I was at the corner grocery store buying some early
>> potatoes. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone
>> and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily appraising a
>> basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my
>> potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh
>> green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new
>> potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help
>> overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the
>> store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.
>>
>> "Hello Barry, how are you today?"
>>
>> "H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin'
>> them
>> peas. They sure look good."
>>
>> "They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?"
>>
>> "Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time."
>>
>> "Good. Anything I can help you with?"
>>
>> "No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas."
>>
>> "Would you like to take some home?" asked Mr.
>> Miller.
>>
>> "No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with."
>>
>> "Well, what have you to trade me for some of those
>> peas?"
>>
>> "All I got's my prize marble here."
>>
>> "Is that right? Let me see it" said Miller.
>>
>> "Here 'tis. She's a dandy."
>>
>> "I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is
>> blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one
>> like this at home?", the store owner asked.
>>
>> "Not zackley but almost."
>>
>> "Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you
>> and next trip this way let me look at that red
>> marble", Mr. Miller told the boy.
>>
>> "Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller."
>>
>> Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over
>> to help me. With a smile she said, "There are two
>> other boys like him in our community, all three are
>> in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain
>> with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever.
>> When they come back with their red marbles, and they
>> always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all
>> and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a
>> green marble or an orange one, when they come on
>> their next trip to the store."
>>
>> I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with
>> this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado ,
>> but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and
>> their bartering for marbles. Several years went by,
>> each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently
>> I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho
>> community, and while I was there learned that Mr.
>> Miller had died. They were having his visitation
>> that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I
>> agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we
>> fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased
>> and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.
>> Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in
>> an army uniform and the other two wore nice
>> haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional
>> looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing
>> composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each
>> of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek,
>> spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket.
>> Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by
>> one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his
>> own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket.
>> Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes. Our
>> turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was
>> and reminded her of the story from those many years
>> ago and what she had told me about her husband's
>> bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she
>> took my hand and led me to the casket. "Those three
>> young men who just left were the boys I told you
>> about. They just told me how they appreciated the
>> things Jim "traded" them. Now, at last, when Jim
>> could not change his mind about color or size....they came
>> to pay their debt." "We've never had a great deal
>> of the wealth of this world," she confided, "but right
>> now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in
>> Idaho ." With loving gentleness she lifted the
>> lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting
>> underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.
>>
>>
>> The Moral : We will not be remembered by our
>> words, but by our kind
>> deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take,
>> but by the moments
>> that take our breath.

Twenty one things that are important to make sure one does in life...................

ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.

TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, theirconversational skills will be as important as any other.

THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all youwant.

FOUR. When you say, "I love you," mean it.

FIVE. When you say, "I'm sorry," look the person in the eye.

SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.

SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight.

EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dream. People who don't have dreams don'thave much.

NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the onlyway to live life completely.

TEN. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling, no calling up the past.

ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives.

TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly.

THIRTEEN. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer,smile and ask, "Why do you need to know?"

FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements involve greatrisk..

FIFTEEN. Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze.

SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson

SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others;and responsibility for all your actions.

EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.

NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate stepsto correct it.

TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in yourvoice.

TWENTY-ONE. Spend some time alone.

The Art of a Good Marriage ~ by Wilferd Arlan Peterson ~

A good marriage must be created.
In marriage the "little" things are the big things.
It is never being too old to hold hands.
It is remembering to say, "I love you" at least once a day.
It is never going to sleep angry.
It is having a mutual sense of values, and common objectives.
It is standing together and facing the world.
It is forming a circle that gathers in the whole family.
It is speaking words of appreciation, and demonstrating gratitude in thoughtful ways.
It is having the capacity to forgive and forget.
It is giving each other an atmosphere in which each can grow.
It is a common search for the good and the beautiful.
It is not only marrying the right person -- it is being the right partner.