Now That I Have A LITTLE More Time On My Hands…

I have the chance to ponder on more stuff.

Be thankful for some, while thinking of ways to overcome others. Life is never a bed of roses, but I guess we could try and make it resemble a bed of roses as much as possible. make do with what we have, y’know?

Life could be a lot worse, so I think that that should give us all a reason to be thankful in itself.

I guess I’m lucky to have people around me (not technically around me, but you get what I mean) to remind me of the better things in life. (Especially my family.)

When I’m having a frustrating day and receive a text message that goes:

I also have the best gift… Sent by the angels themselves to me..

How could I not smile and be thankful to the very person that sent it?

Yes, Michael. I’m talking about you.

And while we’re on the topic.. let me just post a little video sumthin’ sumthin for you yea? xD



There was an old farmer who lived on a rock
He sat in the meadow just shaking his
Fist at some boys who were down by the creek
Their feet in the water, their hands on their
Marbles and play things and at half passed four
There came a young lady she looked like a
Pretty, young preacher
She sat on the grass, she pulled up her dress
And she showed them her
Ruffles, and laces and white fluffy duck
She said she was learning a new way to
Bring up her children, so they would not spit
While the boys in the barnyard were shoveling
Refuse, and litter from yesterday’s hunt
While the girl in the meadow was rubbing her
Eyes at the fellow, down by the dock
He looked like a man with a sizable
Home in the country, with a big fence out front
If he asked her politely, she’d show him her
Little pet dog, who was subject to fits
And maybe she’d let him grab hold of her
Small, tender hands with a movement so quick
And then she’d bend over and suck on his
Candy, so tasty made of butterscotch
And then he’d spread whip cream all over her
Cookies that she had left out on her shelf
If you think this is dirty
You can go f*ck yourself!


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