In our lives and in our dreams, more people find their quiet desperation. Prisoners of the lives that they have chosen. Afraid or unable to change. But life is too short for worrying about whether you could have lived your dreams. If we choose to be happy we will. Let our dreams taunt us with the desperate notions of what could have been and what we would like. All we need is LOVE. Love of another and faith in The Good Lord. But I cannot bear this life alone. So I must ask you;
If I lead will you follow,
If I call will you come?
If I whisper sweet endearments
will your heart begin to glow?
If I gave you all the stars at night,
and bended on one knee?
If I lead will you follow,
If I call will you come?
If we danced away a summers eve,
or played upon the shore?
If I bore your pain and agony
and pledged myself forever more?
If I tickled every fancy that
would make your heart delight?
If asked you to be faithful
would you smile and say I do?

Hey, you would win me!! *smile*

*hears the familar tune in her head*

Hey, you would win me!! *smile*

*hears the familar tune in her head*

I was looking for a place to post a thought shared with me. I don't know why but was drawn to this discussion.

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To a PERFECTIONIST, another day is just another disappointment.

When we expect others to be PERFECT and meet our expectations, we are always disappointed.
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So am I not to have any expectations of others or do I settle for imperfect expectations? I marry Mr. "I guess you will do" and then I will not be disappointed? And when the kids come along and I do not expect anything from them and they live up to my expectation of nothing, am I disappointed in the way they turn out? And do I become disappointed with my choice of husband?

I guess it depends on your definition of PERFECTION. I look at my own husband and children and they are PERFECT to me. Why? Because I love them just as they are. I am able to allow them to be their own person and make their own choices. Gosh it has simplified my life to not have to live their lives for them!

Just something I was pondering on Mother's Day...

Happy Mother's Day to all the Mothers, especially the mothers of men, for that influence alone can produce highest results from a PERFECT love.

Gosh Mauluna I love my children but they are not perfect,whatever that is, there is a big discussion in defining that alone.
They disappoint me and vice versa some days but overall we rub along and ultimately love each other. I disappoint myself as a parent sometimes thou not in search of perfection. Be the best parent you personally can be is the best advice \i have heard on the sublect.

...and now, a message from our sponsors...Persil laundry powder!!...

"Do not purrrrrrsecute the impurrrrrrfect purrrrrrfectionist, for it is in the midst of purrrrrrrrception that we purrrrrrport to find pppurrrrrrrpose, purrrrrsuant to purrrtinent purrrversions."

Sorry...having a Pluddy Pee day (as opposed to an Eff Day)! Perhap 'tis purely pessimism or pure persistance but my persona non grata is perpendular to my peroration.

To perpetuate or not perpetuate...THAT IS THE QUESTION.

*Purrrrrrrplexed at the responses and giggling with friends who share their true self* Awwww...Ludd! You already have it right if you love your children and are being the best parent you can be!!! I purrrrrrsonally feel that each parent's children were sent to them for the very things they need to learn in this life. Now...how much more purrrrrfect can it be, because I can't pull out an option list when I accepted the responsibility of Parenthood. Even adoptive parents are purrrrrplexed at some of the challenges they face.

Silky? Sorry you are having a Pluddy Pee day but sometimes Shit happens...just spread it over the garden and make something good come of it like any good farmer does.

Now tell me...how does that purrrrverted laundry detergent work anyway? Been out in the cow shit this morning working the cows and need something to make me smell human again. *giggling loudly*

I will be Purrrrrrrfect when all the cows come home and they don't shit all over for me to step in my own PurrrrrrrrSTEPtions! *Hugz*...and many 'shits and giggles' to you as my younger brother would say*

Luddy, I agree with you .. One does the best one can on any one day. (If that is not enough ones, then be twoed!)

Mistree & Silk, I do not think you handled Ludd's comments with respect.

I agreed with Ludd...I was complaining with Silky about my Bullshitty day! Man, Lacie! If only you could see the great weeds growing that I spread the BS on!!! You oughta wrestle a few hungry calves and try to run an upset mama cow into the pen and lock her in and put kick bars on her hind flanks so she can't kick the calves to death? Ummm...I don't think you want to know the rest of my day and how much work to run a farm and keep up with the 5 kids I still have home.

Awwwwww shit! I should go get a cushy 9-5 office job and sit and chat online and pretend like I am working? Then I can do what all the career women here do. I can FARM out my kids for someone else to raise and let them become the idlers who get into trouble and suck the economy dry?

Gee...I would even get to wear nice clothes, have my nails and hair done professionally, and pay someone else to do my cleaning and yard work.

*yawning* It was a very late night for the Eternal Laundress...still picking up muddy socks and pants from the kids moving pipe. But you know what? I would not trade my life for anyone elses. I love to work hard and it is very rewarding to watch my kids grow up to be responsible, productive people.

Ludd? If I offended you in any way, please watch where you are stepping. It may just be another of those shitty perSTEPtions in the pasture that are lying around waiting for someone to hit the mark.

Gee! Nice to know someone reads my comments! Thanks!!! I feel appreciated. *giggling and feeling ALOT better*

Hello Perthy! ;P

Nice to see you back, Lacie! :)

I'm disappointed you perceive my comment as disrespectful to Ludd, as it is not intended that way. It was merely a playful moment in word, nothing more.

I invite Ludd to make his feelings known to me and/or the message board if he finds my comment disrespectful. I am always willing to apologise if I have hurt Ludd's feelings, as I have always enjoyed Ludd's company online when we have chanced upon a meeting.

Somewhere in the background, Aretha Franklin sings "R E S P E C T." While Billy Joel replies with "My Life." It could go either way.

Malauna, actually, I think Ludd was agreeing with you.

Ludd, did ya take offense, or did ya laugh your arse off at the two ladies? Inquiring minds want to know!!!

I said...you said...she said...he said...sounds like a 4play chat to me! Now can we just make love and 4get about offense except in Hockey playoffs?

*Slammin a hot-key puck into goal that Silky is defending* YESSSSSS! Touche' down! *giggling and singing* Girls just wanna have fun!

*Camel walking and hit, hit, hitting to the Goddess Bellydance Theme Song with a few undulations and shimmys inside strategically placed veil hiding top secret bellydance moves*

No offense meant ...no offense taken

Live from Tir, it's the Malauna show!

Oh my! Dave...Dave...er, uh...that was Letterman, right? I remember doing a Late, late, late night at Tir once with you and Cone O'Brien in chat when the regs were absent. Jay Beano was busy running to promote his 'ever fill his coffers' sponsor, 'Rough and Tough' masculine butt wipe, or he would have conjoined us.

How nice of you to pop in and censor...er, uh...validate the Malauna show. Don't worry...I will not still, ummm...er, uh...'steal' your prime time slot. You did the official bum checkering of the Goddesses and gave us a Bums Up rating? Right? We just can't compete with stupid peaple tricks where Sally shells peas by the sea shore and shoots peas with a pea shooter at the Damn Parrot who parrots our comments at Tirchat when the chatroom is refreshing so fast you can't get a word in
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The ~Malauna~ Show is an unREALITY show set in the backdrop of Tir na nOg to entertain those who would chat but can't chat unless they carry on a chat with they, themselves, and all their other selves.

As REALITY shows are getting so staged and boring, this promises to fill in for a REAL imitation experience all its own...

Hey, what do you expect from a POORfessional production, CHEAP TRICKS? (Sorry, could not get that band as they were tied up.) *Looking at Silky smiling coyly and holding ropes behind her back*

I was fortunate to have booked Silky to Bellydance while defending the goals of Tir. She is staged to escalate into a glass-shattering crescendoing, opera-like vibrato, when the Flames are invited to the show after winning the Stanley Cup. Tecumseh is the featured guest interrogat...er, uh...sports interviewer.

Pegs will be spraying Cheapagne everywhere except her Flaming Comfy Chair at the Inn that has become the infamous icon of the Calgary Flames. Drinks are on Accasbel as he hates CHEAP entertainment. (Plenty of Ice Water, folks!) And remember...the drinks are ON Accasebel. *pouring ice water on Accasbel's head* Cheap tricks indeed!

Ummm...Thanks, Dave! *giggling* Do you also slam hot-key pucks while chatting? Keep the merriment of Tir alive!!! ~*~