Please be kind...

[Galene]

I do frequently....

Let's do lunch sometime.... on each other?

 

[Galene]

That was a touching mail you received, Cats.
And how very true it is. We spend money right and left on tons of meaningless gifts and stuff, it's a shame really!

 

[george55]

Smart ass...its a good thing I luv your rotten butt...

I thought I was being considerate and you make remarks about my butt

 

[xanathos]

Hello Cats *hugs*

 

[Weenieschnitzel]

also running thru your yard

 

[kayte]

Its ok...better than when I came home this morning....I opened the door to turkey bones on the floor in the kitchen and livingroom, my Christmas tablecloth ripped and dog poo in my livingroom.....I can't imagine why he won't come near me now.....

{{{{{{{{Cats}}}}}}

Oh darling! Do you mean you didn't "take him out?"

Just kidding hon. I owned a dog that every once in awhile she'd do something like that.

Hope you are feeling good now hon.

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

This is a marvelous CHRISTMAS story.

SIMPLE WHITE ENVELOPE


It's just a small white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past 10 years or so.


It all began because my husband Mike hated Christmas -- oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it -- the over-spending, the frantic running around at the last minute to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma -- the gifts given in desparation because you couldn't think of anything else.


Knowing he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual shirts, sweaters, ties, and so forth. I reached for something special just for Mike. The inspiration came in an unusual way. Our son Kevin, who was 12 that year, was wrestling at the junior level at the school he attended.


Shortly before Christmas, there was a non-league match against a team sponsored by an inner-city church. These youngsters, dressed in sneakers so ragged that shoestrings seemed to be the only thing holding them together, presented a sharp contrast to our boys in their spiffy blue and gold uniforms and sparkling new wrestling shoes. As the match began, I was alarmed to see that the other team was wrestling without headgear, a kind of light helmet designed to protect a wrestler's ears. It was a luxury the ragtag team obviously could not afford.


Well, we ended up walloping them. We took every weight class. And as each of their boys got up from the mat, he swaggered around in his tatters with false bravado, a kind of street pride that couldn't acknowledge defeat.


Mike, seated beside me, shook his head sadly, "I wish just one of them could have won," he said. "They have a lot of potential, but losing like this could take the heart right out of them." Mike loved kids -- all kids -- and he knew them, having coached little league football, baseball, and lacrosse.


That's when the idea for his present came. That afternoon, I went to a local sporting goods store and bought an assortment of wrestling headgear and shoes and sent them anonymously to the inner-city church.


On Christmas Eve, I placed the envelope on the tree, the note inside telling Mike what I had done and that this was his gift from me. His smile was the brightest thing about Christmas that year and in succeeding years. For each Christmas, I followed the tradition -- one year sending a group of mentally handicapped youngsters to a hockey game, another year a check to a pair of elderly brothers whose home had burned to the ground the week before Christmas, and on and on.


The envelope became the highlight of our Christmas. It was always the last thing opened on Christmas morning, and our children, ignoring their new toys, would stand with wide-eyed anticipation as their dad lifted the envelope from the tree to reveal its contents. As the children grew, the toys gave way to more practical presents, but the envelope never lost its allure.


The story doesn't end there.


You see, we lost Mike last year due to cancer. When Christmas rolled around, I was still so wrapped in grief that I barely got the tree up. But Christmas Eve found me placing an envelope on the tree, and in the morning it was joined by three more. Each of our children, unbeknownst to the others, had placed an envelope on the tree for their dad.


The tradition has grown, and someday will expand even further with our grandchildren standing around the tree with wide-eyed anticipation watching as their fathers take down the envelope.


Mike's spirit, like the Christmas spirit, will always be with us. May we all remember Christ, who is the reason for the season, and the true Christmas spirit this year and always.


God Bless! -- pass this along to those friends and loved ones who you know are the givers who understand the true meaning of Thanksgiving and Christmas.

~ Thank you for sharing this Darlin' Sis. The message and sentiment expressed within, should never be forgotten... and by sending it to friends and loved ones, is a way of giving wing to the 'reason for the season' once more.

This is a tradition that perhaps we all should think of 'adopting'. Just as a way to remind us all that Christ lives - and his messages should be remembered and shared.

​

 

[MaryBears]

Uh oh that doesn't sound good.....and as for better....I don't think so but I'm trying....{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Mary}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

It is stress pushing me to the edge....I did manage to get my tree up and some other knick knacks out yesterday....Now I am going to have to give up computer time to get all the baking done.....and then the day to day life to deal with...so i am just hanging on {{{{{{{{{{{{Cats}}}}}}}}}}}}}} ​

 

[Erotica_Writings]

click here to see My gift to you

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

~ Have a Wonderful Wednesday, and a Happy Hump Day Darlin' Sis!

{{{{{{{{{{Cats}}}}}}}}}}
​

 

[limiwa]

 

[catsr2wild]

YOU in my christmas stocking.

Baby for that you have to spend Christmas in the USA....when shall I pick you up at the airport? Miss you baby...very much....

 

[catsr2wild]

Let's do lunch sometime.... on each other?

Its a date....soon....very soon...

 

[catsr2wild]

That was a touching mail you received, Cats.
And how very true it is. We spend money right and left on tons of meaningless gifts and stuff, it's a shame really!

I agree but I am such a spoiled brat...I just love opening presents....maybe when I mature I'll say oh lets donate X to charity, we do some anyways but I know not nearly enough...

 

[catsr2wild]

I thought I was being considerate and you make remarks about my butt

I'm sorry baby...how about I just bite it instead.....*giggles* come on now I promise I won't bite too hard....

 

[george55]

Its a date....soon....very soon...

SWEETS!

 

[catsr2wild]

Hello Cats *hugs*

Hello sexy....do check your PM's hon....

 

[catsr2wild]

SWEETS!

Me or in your box? Oh wait that might be the same thing....

 

[catsr2wild]

also running thru your yard

You better be naked....

 

[Beam_of_lite]

Morning Cats...wow nice to see you this morning...I'm working the later shift today

 

[catsr2wild]

{{{{{{{{Cats}}}}}}

Oh darling! Do you mean you didn't "take him out?"

Just kidding hon. I owned a dog that every once in awhile she'd do something like that.

Hope you are feeling good now hon.

Oh he was out...he climbed the chair in the kitchen to get to the pan of bones that Shreik sat in the sink to take out and dragged them off....I let him out as soon as I get home....darn dog.....

I think I'm doing a little better Kayte....I go back to see my doctor on the 22nd and then we go from there...

 

[catsr2wild]

Morning Cats...wow nice to see you this morning...I'm working the later shift today

{{{{{{{{{Beam}}}}}}}}} yes I wanted to at least post here and let folks know I'm alive and kicking....if you are working a later shift does that mean you will be driving home like 11:00 tonight?

 

[catsr2wild]

~ Thank you for sharing this Darlin' Sis. The message and sentiment expressed within, should never be forgotten... and by sending it to friends and loved ones, is a way of giving wing to the 'reason for the season' once more.

This is a tradition that perhaps we all should think of 'adopting'. Just as a way to remind us all that Christ lives - and his messages should be remembered and shared.

​

I agree Sis, but do read my response to Ran...

 

[Beam_of_lite]

{{{{{{{{{Beam}}}}}}}}} yes I wanted to at least post here and let folks know I'm alive and kicking....if you are working a later shift does that mean you will be driving home like 11:00 tonight?

Well I close the store at 11:30...Such a nice day here..it's in the high 40's with some sun.Always grateful when I leave work and don't have to worry about brushing a foot of snow from the car

 

[catsr2wild]

It is stress pushing me to the edge....I did manage to get my tree up and some other knick knacks out yesterday....Now I am going to have to give up computer time to get all the baking done.....and then the day to day life to deal with...so i am just hanging on {{{{{{{{{{{{Cats}}}}}}}}}}}}}} ​

Ok Mary I found a solution to that stress for baking and getting everything done....do what you want and then stop by Kroger's.....the less stress is worth the store bought items for me...I still bake but I bake the things I know are fav's....well if you aren't going to be around I'll send you lots of {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} and now so you know I'm thinking of you....