woman in me, part 2: quotes

Passion is not arrogance: You ever hear that story about Babe Ruth pointing towards the fence right before he belted a home run exactly where he said he would? No one even knows if it’s true or not, it’s like a myth. But man, you sure want to believe it happened. You want to believe that someone could have that much faith in themselves, in what they do, in what they’re capable of, that they’d guarantee they’re going to do something and then go ahead and do it.

If I can endure for this minute, whatever is happening to me, no matter how heavy my heart is, or how dark the moment might be…If I can but keep on believing what I know in my heart to be true, that darkness with fade with the morning and that this will pass away too. Then nothing can ever disturb me or fill me with uncertain fear for as sure as the night brings the dawning, my morning is bound to appear.


I had a little apple tree, and it was all I had, The blossoms they were beautiful, the apples all were bad.
I had a little storybook, and it was all I had, the stories they were sweetly told, and all of them were sad.
I had a little lover once, and she was all I had, her heart it filled with love for me, and burst, and drove her mad.
I had a little life on earth, and it was all I had, and though it sent me only death, I lived it and was glad.



Six humans trapped by happenstance
In black and bitter cold
Each one possessed a stick of wood,
Or so the story’s told

Their dying fire in need of logs,
The first woman held hers back
For on the faces around the fire
She noticed one was black.

The next man looking cross the way
Saw one not of his church,
And couldn’t bring himself to give
The fire his stick of birch.

The third one sat in tattered clothes
He gave his coat a hitch.
Why should his log be put to use
To warm the idle rich?

The rich man just sat back and thought
Of the wealth he had in store.
And how to keep what he had earned
From the lazy, shiftless poor.

The black man’s face bespoke revenge
As the fire passed from his sight,
For all he saw in his stick of wood
Was a chance to spite the white.

And the last man of this forlorn group
Did naught except for gain.
Giving only to those who gave
Was how he played the game.

The logs held tight in death’s still hands
Was proof of human sin.
They didn’t die from the cold without,
They died from the cold within.


Things I can learn from a dog
-Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride
-Allow the experience of fresh air and wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.
-When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
-When it’s in your best interest, practice obedience.
-Let others know when they have invaded your territory.
-Take naps, and stretch before rising.
-Run, romp and play daily.
-Eat with gusto and enthusiasm.
-Be loyal.
-Never pretend to be something you’re not.
-If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
-When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently
-Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
-Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
-On hot days, drink lots of water and lay under a shady tree.
-When you’re happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
-No matter how often you’re scolded, don’t buy into the guilt thing and pout… run right back and make friends.
-Bond with your pack.
-Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.


A list of 36 politically correct ways to say someone is stupid–here are a few:

An experiment in Artificial Stupidity
Dumber than a box of hair
The wheel’s still spinning, but the hamster’s dead (my favorite!)
He fell out of the stupid tree and hit every branch on the way down
As smart as bait
Elevator doesnt’ go all the way to the top floor
Proof that evolution CAN go in reverse

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