All things human

This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, “It’s okay honey, Mommy’s here.”
Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can’t be comforted.
This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON’T.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they’ll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.
And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars, so that when their kids asked, “Did you see me, Mom?” they could say, “Of course, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand) mothers who wanted to, but just couldn’t find the words.
This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat. For all the mothers who read “Goodnight, Moon” twice a night for a year. And then read it again. “Just one more time.”
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls “Mom?” in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home — or even away at college.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches assuring them they’d be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away.
This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can’t find the words to reach them.
This is for all the step-mothers who raised another woman’s child or children, and gave their time, attention, and love… sometimes totally unappreciated!
For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14-year-olds dye their hair green.
For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting. For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.
What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time? Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby? The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home? Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation…And mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married mothers. Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all. For all of us. Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can. Tell them every day that we love them. And pray. “Home is what catches you when you fall – and we all fall.”

Sex, Dementia and a Husband on Trial at Age 78

Henry Rayhons, 78, has been charged with third-degree felony sexual abuse, accused of having sex with his wife in a nursing home on May 23, 2014, eight days after staff members there told him they believed she was mentally unable to agree to sex.

This is such a compelling story…I’m not sure how I feel about it.

The full story here


Mr and Mrs Rayons

This is for all those golfers who are anxiously awaiting the SEASON to open here in Canada!!!!


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I just received an e-mail from my golf course, explaining the new rules that will be enforced for this coming golf league season. While I am extremely eager to get the new season started, this letter has put a damper on my enthusiasm for the course. Maybe I should find another golf course. What do you think? Here is the letter:

April 1, 2015

Dear Golf League Member,

Here at Dead Balls Golf Course, your golfing pleasure is our main concern. We hope that you are anticipating another great season of golf at our facilities. This year you will find some exciting changes to your golf league experience.

The golf course has signed an exclusive contract with Nike, to be the official outfitter of golf apparel on the course. Proper golf attire has always been the rule at Dead Balls Golf Course, now you just have to wear the “swoosh”…

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 Dogs are Welcome!
A man wrote a letter to a small hotel in a Midwest town he planned to visit on his vacation. He wrote: I would very much like to bring my dog with me. He is well groomed and very well behaved.
Would you be willing to permit me to keep him in my room with me at night?”

SIR: “I’ve been operating this hotel for many years. In all that time, I’ve never had a dog steal towels, bed clothes, silverware, pictures off the walls, or use them as a coloring book. I’ve never had to evict a dog in the middle of the night for being drunk and disorderly. And I’ve never had a dog run out on a hotel bill. Yes, indeed, your dog is welcome at my hotel. And, if your dog will vouch for you, you’re welcome to stay here, too.” !
Truly man’s best friend

Man's Best Friend

Dog as Man's Best Friend

Man's Best Friend

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Man's Best Friend

Man's Best Friend

Be Kind to Animals

Dog Loyalty

Dog Bed

Dog's Bed

Man's Best Friend

Man's Best Friend

I love my Dog


A few weeks ago, I posted about the Mystery Tunnel in Toronto, Ontario, Canada that was thought to be a possible Terrorist effort or maybe tied to an illicit drug connection – neither were the case.



Tunnel found in Toronto

Tunnel Vision Fund


There is more to the story…Elton has turned his Tunnel Experience into a way to help fund a Youth Program.  Here is the complete  story.  To see how the funding is going for his project “Eltons Tunnel Vision Fund” click  here

So happy to post such a good news story!!


St Patrick's Day

Beannachtaí na Féile Pádraig Oraibh!

Things you may not know about St Patrick’s Day

1.  St Patrick was never actually canonized.

2.  His name wasn’t Patrick…actually Maewyn Succat

3.  We should be wearing blue rather than green.

4.  There were no snakes in Ireland.

See the full article from  the  here

The one day of the year, when everyone is Irish!

 May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.




Here is a good news environment story.  The pictures below are the endangered Jefferson Salamander.  Every year a portion of a city street in Kitchener, Ontario, Canada is closed (from March until May) so they can cross the road to lay their eggs in ponds found on the other side.  Nice to see that humans have adapted their habits for the sake of nature.

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To see the complete story click here

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