Land of Osbourne

It makes me so happy to be able to help people. Helping people in big ways, small ways, just that overwhelming feeling of knowing that I made a difference, big or small, its just an indescribable feeling. I wish I could be one of the few who are able to work with people in say, a hospital, nursing home, or anything in the medical field, but I just can't. I'd get too attached to the person and it just wouldn't be a good situation. Plus, I'd always be worried I was hurting them in some way. I admire people in this field. So why is it, that I love helping people so much, I am so unable to ask for help or accept help myself, without enormous feelings of guilt? I like to feel like I can manage things on my own. I don't want to have to turn to someone and say: I need some help.

Your favorite chair is vacant now No eager woof to greet me No little paws to run Excitedly to meet me No playful bark, no little cry Will say it’s time for playing, I have put away your bowl, And other toys you won’t be needing. But I will miss you little friend, For I could never measure, The happiness you have brought to me, The comfort and the pleasure. And since god sent you here, In earthly joy and sorrow, I am sure there is a place for you in heavens bright tomorrow.

They've called the last dance of the evenin'. It's the one dance that we call our own. Most of the others are leavin' and headin' on home To cryin' goodbye of the fiddles. The sweetest of love songs must end, So I'll dance this one with you, just like I first met you. We'll never be this young again. We'll never be this young again. Never be this young again. Why sit and dream about what might have been? Yesterday's promise has died on the wind, So hold me tonight like you held me back then. We'll never be this young again. This is the same song we dance to Back when all our tomorrows were bright. Now darlin', we have the chance to relive 'em tonight. Why talk of the years that we've wasted Or places that we've never been? Just dance this one with me like you first met me. We'll never be this young again. We'll never be this young again Never be this young again. Why s...

I had this posted on my blog previously, and its such a hilarious story, I had to post it again. A while back, my sister Rachel and I were having a conversation with Kathryn, my niece (Rachels daughter, who is now 15). I asked them both, if they'd rather be skinny & ugly or fat and pretty. Rachel and I both agreed that we'd both rather be fat & pretty. Probably thinking it would be easier to loose weight and still have the prettiness factor to work in our favor. Kathryn disagreed, saying that she'd rather be skinny and ugly, because : "Hair and makeup can do a lot" I smile everytime I think about it.

Story of Rindercella Once apon a time, in a coreign fountry, there lived a very geautiful birl; her name was Rindercella. Now, Rindercella lived with her mugly other and her two sad bisters. And in this same coreign fountry, there was a very prandsom hince. And this prandsom hince was going to have a bancy fall. And he'd invited people from riles amound, especially the pich reople. Rindercella's mugly other and her two sad blisters went out to buy some drancy fesses to wear to this bancy fall, but Rindercella could not go because all she had to wear were some old rirty dags. Finally, the night of the bancy fall arrived and Rindercella couldn't go. So she just cat down and scried. She was a kitten there a scrien, when all at once there appeard before her, her gairy fodmother. And he touched her with his wagic mand ... and there appeared before her, a cig boach and hix white sorces to take her to the bancy fall. But now she said to Rindercella, "Rindercella, you mus...

Answering Service This is the transcript of the new answering service recently installed at the Mental Health Institute. Hello and welcome to the Mental Health Hotline. If you are obsessive-compulsive: Press 1 repeatedly. If you are co-dependent: Ask someone to press 2 for you. If you have multiple personalities: Press 3, 4, 5 and 6. If you are paranoid: We know who you are and what you want. Stay on the line so we can trace your call. If you are delusional: Press 7 and your call will be transferred to the mother ship. If you are schizophrenic: Listen carefully and a small voice will tell you which number to press. If you are manic-depressive: It doesn't matter what number you press - no-one will answer. If you are dyslexic: Press 969696969696969696. If you have a nervous disorder: Please fidget with the hash key until a representative comes on the line. If you have amnesia: Press 8 and state your name, address, phone number, date of birth, social secur...

Best Rum Cake Ever Ingredients: 1 C butter 1 tsp baking soda 1 C sugar 1 tsp salt 4 large eggs lemon juice 1 C dried fruit 1 C brown sugar 1 tsp baking powder nuts 1 or 2 quarts rum Before you start, sample the rum to check for quality. (Pretty good, huh?) Now go ahead. Select a large mixing bowl, measuring cup, etc. Check rum again as it must be just right. To be sure the rum is of the finest quality, pour one level cup into a glass and drink it as fast as you can. Repeat, if needed. With an electric mixer, beat 1 C of the butter in a large fluffy bowl and add 1 teaspoon of thugar and beat again. Meanwhile, make sure that the rum is of the finest quality. Cry anuther tup. Open second quart, if necessary. Add 2 arge eggs. 2 cups fried druit and beat til high. If druit get stuck in beaters, just pry loose witha drewsciver Sample rum again to check for tonscisticity Next, sift 3 cups od salt oar anythink. it really doesn't matter. Sample t...