Silly Little Ramblings

I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult. I have
decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of a 6 year old again.

I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star
restaurant.

I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make ripples
with rocks.

I want to think M&Ms are better than money, because you can eat
them.

I want to play kickball during recess and paint with watercolors in
art.

I want to lie under a big Oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my
friends on a hot summers day.

I want to return to a time when life was simple.

When all you knew were colors, addition tables and simple nursery
rhymes, but that didn't bother you, because you didn't know what you didn't
know and you didn't care.

When all you knew was to be happy because you didn't know all the
things that should make you worried and upset.

I want to think that the world is fair.

That everyone in it is honest and good.

I want to believe that anything is possible.

Somewhere in my youth...I matured and I learned too much.

I learned of nuclear weapons, war, prejudice, starvation and abused children.

I learned of lies, unhappy marriages, suffering, illness, pain and death.

I learned of a world where men left their families to go and fight for our country,
and returned only to end up living on the streets...begging for their next meal.

I learned of a world where children knew
how to kill...and did!

What happened to the time when we thought
that everyone would live forever, because we didn't grasp the concept of death?

When we thought the worst thing in the world was if someone took the jump rope from
you or picked you last for kickball?

I want to be oblivious to the complexity of life and be overly
excited by little things once again.

I want to return to the days when reading was fun and
music was clean.

When television was used to report the news or for family
entertainment and not to promote sex, violence and deceit.

I remember being naive and thinking that everyone was happy because
I was.

I would walk on the beach and only think of the sand between my toes and the
prettiest seashell I could find.

I would spend my afternoons climbing trees
and riding my bike.

I didn't worry about time, bills or where I was going to find the
money to fix my car.

I used to wonder what I was going to do or be when I grew up, not
worry about what I'll do if this doesn't work out.

I want to live simple again.

I don't want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of paperwork,
depressing news, how to survive more days in the month than there is money in the bank,
doctor bills, gossip, illness and loss of loved ones.

I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth,
justice, peace, dreams, the imagination of mankind and making angels in the snow.

I want to be 6 again.

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Hold onto your little ones for as long as possible for they grow up too quickly. Hold onto them tight and tell

them you love them. Before you know it they will be grown. Make tomorrows fond memories today

Why We Are All So Tired



~For a couple years I've been blaming it on iron deficient blood, on vitamins, dieting, and a dozen other maladies. But now I've found out the real reason.....It's because we're overworked.

~The population of this country is 237 million.

~104 million are retired. That leaves 133 million to do the work of the entire nation.

~There are 85 million in school, which leaves 48 million to do the work.

~Of this there are 29 million employed by the federal government. This leaves 19 million to do the work.

~Four million are in the Armed Forces, which leaves 15 million to do the work.

~Take from the total the 14,800,000 people who work for State and City Government and that leaves 200,000 to do the work.

~There are 188,000 ill and in hospitals, so that leaves 12,000 to do the work.

~Now, there are 11,998 people in Prisons. That leaves just two people to do the work.

~You and me.

And you're sitting there playing on the web.

"A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets" ..Rose Dawson