Monday, February 28, 2011

Beautiful Women's Month

I have been flat on my back sick with the flu since yesterday morning...I am finally able to lift my body out of bed this morning.  You name it, I had it.  Fever, barfing, aches & pains, I even cried.  My poor husband had no idea how to help me because I felt so cruddy and nothing helped...While I was sick I kept thinking of some of the things that Erma Bombeck helped me to stay down and take care of myself which is hard for me to do when I'm surrounded by piles of laundry, bedrooms and bathrooms and dishes that need cleaning, a family that needs feeding....but I did....not that I had much choice...I literally could not get myself up...and you know what?  My family did survive...Erma was right....I still hate being sick...but thanks Erma for your words of wisdom...

(written after she found out she was dying of cancer).

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, 'Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.' There would have been more 'I love you's' More 'I'm sorry's.'

But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute, look at it, and really see it . . live it and never give it back. STOP SWEATING THE SMALL STUFF!!!

Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing what

Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us.


  1. A fantastic post and a really message to us all! Hope you are well on the mend!

  2. Christine,
    I hope you are feeling better...YUK! I lvoe this post and I loved that book by Erma....I need to read this once a day....I wish I could take back the years my kids were growing up...I have to say most of this really zinged! What a shame, huh???? Ah well, go forward, backwards is not good for you!

  3. you blog is just too dang cute!!! I'm for sure coming back to visit!!! And btw, I love Cold Play too!!!!

    Hope you are feeling better.


  4. I'm sorry you were feeling yucky. I hope you are all better now. I love Erma, thanks for sharing.


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