tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19486312303426200522024-02-06T23:38:47.272-08:00Take A Happy Pillalilbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02816220552703084224noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948631230342620052.post-70302587372252125892009-06-02T16:30:00.000-07:002009-06-02T16:30:18.305-07:00alilbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02816220552703084224noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948631230342620052.post-59512871097072433172009-05-30T21:09:00.000-07:002009-05-30T21:10:20.563-07:00<div align="center">"There is a magnet in your heart that will attract true friends. That magnet is unselfishness, thinking of others first...when you learn to live for others, they will live for you."</div>alilbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02816220552703084224noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948631230342620052.post-13548168257896534082009-05-13T00:57:00.000-07:002009-05-13T00:59:04.702-07:00Knock At The Door<div align="center"> This link needs no pictures just click and enjoy:) It is beautiful!<a href="http://www.duirwaighgallery.com/inspiration_aknock.htm">http://www.duirwaighgallery.com/inspiration_aknock.htm</a></div>alilbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02816220552703084224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948631230342620052.post-713497817233864692009-05-12T04:11:00.000-07:002009-05-12T04:13:48.182-07:00A Couple Pics To Work Your Frown Muscles Into A Smile<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_iU2V9vLX7DBqwRnTSC5XqvjtlUWZ7o9R3CJxMABvNum_jNWHJ1A8PqRXabf0aFQjJeJ7Zu3L22cFExQ6QXKu3o0Oqku24IOFmOVcniFTC7Ooa7fThyk015byH052W0wVmbvyryhakPg/s1600-h/sunny_rainbow.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334893891861135586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_iU2V9vLX7DBqwRnTSC5XqvjtlUWZ7o9R3CJxMABvNum_jNWHJ1A8PqRXabf0aFQjJeJ7Zu3L22cFExQ6QXKu3o0Oqku24IOFmOVcniFTC7Ooa7fThyk015byH052W0wVmbvyryhakPg/s400/sunny_rainbow.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW8Q9n5FPoXdo4A5W6b7fmx36DC5le7tu1cx7jsJGOXWaFmE9aOd9gih2uR3a3IsMAXqcRPxdp1bEb33znidX2ud4wPRExdN3GCdpVmOIBWg3SSN-XPY_cyG8yfivFhmeVr2rEeysYO9o/s1600-h/keep_smilin.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334893885402763746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW8Q9n5FPoXdo4A5W6b7fmx36DC5le7tu1cx7jsJGOXWaFmE9aOd9gih2uR3a3IsMAXqcRPxdp1bEb33znidX2ud4wPRExdN3GCdpVmOIBWg3SSN-XPY_cyG8yfivFhmeVr2rEeysYO9o/s400/keep_smilin.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>alilbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02816220552703084224noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948631230342620052.post-67174480447567750962009-05-11T07:21:00.000-07:002009-05-11T07:22:54.580-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm6a4NgfHx4ViBtWuCdqkXuPB39LhCIbEFofIVwK9KOMzpSWHr6IsBSFz_W0DDnhzd6V483sR7S6QXVSXKxuu0vXE3F-xho7bX3BkkwJQV2kmnsaoi3639YSYkKTjX1GPaJb7sgMDQooY/s1600-h/imagespastlives-fark.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334571696548135506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm6a4NgfHx4ViBtWuCdqkXuPB39LhCIbEFofIVwK9KOMzpSWHr6IsBSFz_W0DDnhzd6V483sR7S6QXVSXKxuu0vXE3F-xho7bX3BkkwJQV2kmnsaoi3639YSYkKTjX1GPaJb7sgMDQooY/s400/imagespastlives-fark.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>alilbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02816220552703084224noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948631230342620052.post-53740982662751547212009-05-11T07:20:00.000-07:002009-05-11T07:21:22.893-07:00It Is All In How You Look At Things<div align="center">There once was a woman who woke up one morning,Looked in the mirror and noticed she had only three hairs on her head.<br />Well,” she said, “I think I’ll braid my hair today?”So she did and she had a wonderful day.<br />The next day she woke up,Looked in the mirror and saw that she had only two hairs on her head.<br />“H-M-M,” she said, “I think I’ll part my hair down the middle today?”So she did and she had a grand day.<br />The next day she woke up,Looked in the mirror and noticed that she had only one hair on her head.<br />“Well,” she said, “today I’m going to wear my hair in a pony tail.”So she did and she had a fun, fun day.<br />The next day she woke up,Looked in the mirror and noticed that there wasn’t a single hair on her head.<br />“YEA!” she exclaimed, “I don’t have to fix my hair today!”<br />Attitude is everything.<br />Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.<br />Live simply,<br />Love generously,<br />Care deeply,<br />Speak kindly…….<br />Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning to dance in the rain.</div>alilbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02816220552703084224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948631230342620052.post-70658481936437681112009-05-09T19:23:00.000-07:002009-05-09T19:25:11.031-07:00A Happy Enviroment Makes Happy Humans<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_-yu22XSt8WNBRSRQ-mAESODDg4S3YKwqzETShPiHv1kGTg6eQeaKYyN5e45T9hrDLwC3z_5lSD4SltilrrHKDoX5xmjnowzIsnKdLgIse2dK6NuRwhdqVvkyhAhmB5lOzuITHqIhr08/s1600-h/deck-stools.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334015409180332338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_-yu22XSt8WNBRSRQ-mAESODDg4S3YKwqzETShPiHv1kGTg6eQeaKYyN5e45T9hrDLwC3z_5lSD4SltilrrHKDoX5xmjnowzIsnKdLgIse2dK6NuRwhdqVvkyhAhmB5lOzuITHqIhr08/s400/deck-stools.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Add some skater style to your crib while helping out the environment with <a href="http://www.deckstool.com/">Deck Stools</a> ($150). Made from broken skateboard decks, Deck Stools feature natural distressing from normal wear-and-tear and art that's unique to each numbered piece, all held together with a modified skateboard truck. Stylish, comfortable, and eco-friendly — a win-win-win</div>alilbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02816220552703084224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948631230342620052.post-136091071187663042009-05-08T04:40:00.000-07:002009-05-08T04:54:18.179-07:00Happy Ending<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpJiGMoID-TSfrFh-yFsVfusfwuR1az93ZmNJPhNDAflvdj2ocxRSwRhHQ8mWyU7_HOscpIV6p1b_3Y-KkWkGwzlCOQbvvJy3ojqOdD0tKhV0A5nxvqFgnBkprFoG-SrxW3V1Zv5COOLk/s1600-h/dogs-or-cats.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333416843949583506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpJiGMoID-TSfrFh-yFsVfusfwuR1az93ZmNJPhNDAflvdj2ocxRSwRhHQ8mWyU7_HOscpIV6p1b_3Y-KkWkGwzlCOQbvvJy3ojqOdD0tKhV0A5nxvqFgnBkprFoG-SrxW3V1Zv5COOLk/s400/dogs-or-cats.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">The following was found posted very low on a refrigerator door.</div><div align="center">Dear Dogs and Cats: </div><div align="center">The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. </div><div align="center">The other dishes are mine and contain my food.</div><div align="center">Placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not</div><div align="center">stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find</div><div align="center">that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.</div><div align="center">The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack.</div><div align="center">Racing me to the bottom is not the object. </div><div align="center">Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.</div><div align="center">I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed.</div><div align="center">I am very sorry about this.</div><div align="center">Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort, </div><div align="center">however. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep.</div><div align="center">It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other,</div><div align="center">stretched out to the fullest extent possible.</div><div align="center">I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues </div><div align="center">hanging out on the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.</div><div align="center">For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom! </div><div align="center">If, by some miracle, I beat you there and manage to get the door shut,</div><div align="center">it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or</div><div align="center">get your paw under the edge in an attempt to open the door.</div><div align="center">I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using</div><div align="center">the bathroom for years - canine/feline attendance is not required.</div><div align="center">The proper order for kissing is: Kiss me first, </div><div align="center">then go smell the other dog or cat's butt.</div><div align="center">I cannot stress this enough.</div><div align="center">Finally, in fairness, dear pets, I have posted the following message on the front door:</div><div align="center">TO ALL NON-PET OWNERS WHO VISIT AND</div><div align="center">LIKE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT OUR PETS:</div><div align="center">(1) They live here. You don't. </div><div align="center">(2) If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. </div><div align="center">That's why they call it 'fur'-niture.</div><div align="center">(3) I like my pets a lot better than I like most people. (4) To you, they are animals. To me, they are adopted sons/daughters who are short, hairy, walk on all fours and don't speak clearly.Remember, dogs and cats are better than kids because they </div><div align="center">(1) eat less, </div><div align="center">(2) don't ask for money all the time,</div><div align="center">(3) are easier to train,</div><div align="center">(4) normally come when called,</div><div align="center">(5) never ask to drive the car,</div><div align="center">(6) don't hang out with drug-using people;</div><div align="center">(7) don't smoke or drink, </div><div align="center">(8) don't want to wear your clothes, </div><div align="center">(9) don't have to buy the latest fashions, </div><div align="center">(10) don't need a gazillion dollars for college and </div><div align="center">(11) if they get pregnant, you can sell their children. </div><div align="center">And now for the Happy Ending part!!</div><div align="center">Here is a link to the no-kill animal adoption center.</div><div align="center">Check them out they are some very compassionate people !</div><div align="center">Via:</div><div></div><div align="center"><a href="http://notepad.yahoo.com/YYY,28fc74/srt,0/?v=161&i=452&SW=&PSW=&POS=-1&CID=0">http://www.happyendings.us/</a></div>alilbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02816220552703084224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948631230342620052.post-31487989036417163222009-05-08T04:02:00.000-07:002009-05-08T04:05:29.941-07:00The Two-Headed Banjo Picker<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRvS7jg-upDuu_Q-9d2JzA4LhMYbC3CRdSETy6EK9P8vevclwsJ3TTfKCMuOqH5Hi3MAEa-wWtUXODTsGSlLxxprNC-rVFuftqex6I72DxNCVvmOys2ZM0CsioHo80rz-A9-zpHBpfB4Y/s1600-h/2headedbanjoguy.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333406878065458130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRvS7jg-upDuu_Q-9d2JzA4LhMYbC3CRdSETy6EK9P8vevclwsJ3TTfKCMuOqH5Hi3MAEa-wWtUXODTsGSlLxxprNC-rVFuftqex6I72DxNCVvmOys2ZM0CsioHo80rz-A9-zpHBpfB4Y/s400/2headedbanjoguy.png" /></a> Many of you may have seen this wierd fella around before .You probably haven't seen it animated though! This is pretty hillarious- Enjoy!</div><div align="center"> <a href="http://j-walkblog.com/images2/banjoheads4.gif">Click here</a>.<br /></div>alilbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02816220552703084224noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948631230342620052.post-81645640405262594452009-05-07T06:30:00.000-07:002009-05-07T06:33:48.887-07:00This Link Is A Must Click<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjmgIrAucS_LZeraueuqNbtKG4OM2y6pPQ-7hTXrD78QxlIrVLEH2NGluYxC6Vt-iRdvfJ0MQlFtBDKZat2V7SAk7pbQ_8MoAcQlITcEprJEDUZp2P3J8rU2KPOA9N1QPFvTp5Ard0lig/s1600-h/sundram_arms_of_heaven.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333073959490436306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjmgIrAucS_LZeraueuqNbtKG4OM2y6pPQ-7hTXrD78QxlIrVLEH2NGluYxC6Vt-iRdvfJ0MQlFtBDKZat2V7SAk7pbQ_8MoAcQlITcEprJEDUZp2P3J8rU2KPOA9N1QPFvTp5Ard0lig/s400/sundram_arms_of_heaven.jpg" /></a> This is one of the most beautiful and </div><br /><div align="center">inspirational sites I have found in a good long time!</div><div align="center">I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!</div><div align="center"> <a href="http://serenityman.com/">http://serenityman.com/</a><br /></div>alilbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02816220552703084224noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948631230342620052.post-90544329741217063682009-05-07T03:26:00.000-07:002009-05-07T03:30:29.940-07:00~When They Sleep~<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ycTSgy8Gk9QM2xkrA33khW50GRQqN-C0r8TMUKIAwgVsbChZOloHjtPX2qeqDRwdJgyK7WHddc5SUyto7pbJWgkm-_5eFlxiRw7IkyIdrqBXPyLAggg_8sjAXDZrM0KAcZkApJZUbb4/s1600-h/1558277287_b3e079aa5b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333026857194436018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ycTSgy8Gk9QM2xkrA33khW50GRQqN-C0r8TMUKIAwgVsbChZOloHjtPX2qeqDRwdJgyK7WHddc5SUyto7pbJWgkm-_5eFlxiRw7IkyIdrqBXPyLAggg_8sjAXDZrM0KAcZkApJZUbb4/s400/1558277287_b3e079aa5b.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">-- When They Sleep--</div><div align="center"> All people are children when they sleep.There's no war in them then.</div><div align="center">They open their hands and breathe</div><div align="center">in that quiet rhythm heaven has given them. </div><div align="center">They pucker their lips like small children</div><div align="center">and open their hands halfway,</div><div align="center">soldiers and statesmen, </div><div align="center">servants and masters.</div><div align="center">The stars stand guard</div><div align="center">and a haze veils the sky,</div><div align="center">a few hours when no one </div><div align="center">will do anybody harm.</div><div align="center"> If only we could speak to one another then</div><div align="center">when our hearts are half-open flowers.</div><div align="center">Words like golden beeswould drift in.-- </div><div align="center">God, teach me the language of sleep. </div><div align="center">~ Rolf Jacobsen ~</div>alilbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02816220552703084224noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948631230342620052.post-42182028585037023812009-04-09T01:05:00.000-07:002009-04-09T01:08:33.658-07:00Which God?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEJcoceR5HFCmniaVSAdZvnaBQlBZQDN9gZSZrpAKUlNAtT-Hgt6IczRuazq4-JQVNX9ChWpZLi2dNlT_9fIZx3jmcWvx-ykG6-rxV71Je_XZjgKq_7YccdliSn0g-t7K88O2z8w9lDwU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322599925664160530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEJcoceR5HFCmniaVSAdZvnaBQlBZQDN9gZSZrpAKUlNAtT-Hgt6IczRuazq4-JQVNX9ChWpZLi2dNlT_9fIZx3jmcWvx-ykG6-rxV71Je_XZjgKq_7YccdliSn0g-t7K88O2z8w9lDwU/s400/untitled.bmp" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">There is something spiritual and magic about old book stores and libraries.Maybe it is just the smell of old books bringing back forgotten childhood memories, or maybe there is a deeper spiritual connection I can’t explain, but every time I am in a library I feel connected to a higher wisdom and my creativity and inspiration take flight.There was a public library by my apartment building where I would spend hours every day. I would take my stack of books, go outside in the park, lay down under a majestic eucalyptus tree and read until my back started hurting.<br />In that park, for many days I would see this little old man meditating under a tree.<br />He was an intriguing little man with a strange smile on his face, like the cat that had swallowed a canary. It was a smile of total satisfaction coming from inside and it ticked me off with its serenity. One day I went and sat next to him in the shade. I said:- Hi! Are you a Buddhist?- Yes.- What kind of Buddhist are you, what do you believe in?- God.- Which God?<br />He stopped for a moment and pierced me with his little biddy eyes.- I don’t know… how many Gods are there?- Well, uh, there is only one God.- So, isn’t that a silly question to ask?- No, not at all. There are thousands of religions and each one claims to represent the real God. So which one is the real one?- Do you have a mother?- Of course I have a mother. Isn’t that a silly question to ask?- No, not really. There are millions of mothers out there. How do you know which one is your real mother?So the little man is playing tough. I had to stop and think. Where is the catch? Ok. Let’s play along and see where this goes.- My mother is my mother because she made me.- So, how come you don’t know who your father is?<br />I had this strange feeling that I was about to get a higher understanding of something that had eluded me so many times before. I stood there, my wheels spinning at hyper speed.- You think you can choose God like you choose a pair of shoes? …You choose the right one and you go straight to heaven, you choose the wrong one and you go straight to hell? …There is no choosing. Nobody has God. No religion, no country, no race, no man has God. God has all of us, the Christians, the Buddhists, the Muslims, the Hindus and even the ones that don’t believe in God at all. We don’t make God, God made us. We don’t choose God, God chose us.<br />Well, I had to admit. That was something I never considered. There is no choice. God is my father and I couldn’t change that even if I wanted to. It is what it is and that’s all it is.A question still remained. So I asked:- So how does one relate to God?- How do you relate to your mother?- I love her more than anything in this world.- Well if that’s good enough for your mother I believe it’s good enough for your father too.- You don’t understand. It is not that simple… What should one think of God and how… how do you believe in God?- It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter what you believe about God or if you believe in God. What matters is what God believes about you. The question is not do you believe in God. The question is, does God believe in you?<br />I had no idea, no clue, no answer. I felt like a piñata after a Mexican birthday party.My head hurt, my heart ached. I stood up and stumbled my way back home.This little guy had just shattered my whole belief system in 5 minutes. I had to get some rest.<br />I recouped really fast and went back to my new found teacher armed with even more questions, battling over every argument, from philosophy to politics.He was a hard cookie to break.Many times I would find him meditating and out of respect I would sit down beside him and pretend that I was meditating too, although I would just sit there with my eyes closed waiting for him to start talking.<br />One of those days sitting there “meditating” I let my mind wander and in a flash of lightning I had the revelation of God.<br />It was such a shock that my whole body reacted and I believe I groaned so loudly that I woke him up. I stood still as a stone, looking at him, tears rolling down my face. He smiled at me and I knew he knew. I smiled back and he knew that I knew.<br />After a life time of searching, after crossing an ocean and thousands of miles, finally I found God. Not in a church, not in a bible but right here in my heart. He was always there, all I had to do was say:- Hi God!</div><div align="center">VIA: <a href="http://www.zenmoments.org/the-thirst-for-spirituality/">http://www.zenmoments.org/the-thirst-for-spirituality/</a></div>alilbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02816220552703084224noreply@blogger.com3