Thank God for Fridays

I haven’t blogged this whole week because my work had got me down and all I wanted to do the whole week was crib abt my job, my boss and the way life gets me down..

But dawning the weekend, and possibilities keep popping up. Shopping, Movies, Food and Sleeping not necessarily in that order…. I am actually staring out of the window into a gloriously painful construction site , with a silly smile on my face, dreaming about all the things I set out to do this weekend – right from straightening out my place to buying a TV..though I am sure come Sunday evening and I will be flipping through the channels wondering where the time has flown. Right now though the weekend is going to be wondrously hectic with me doing all the decorating that Oprah talks about in her shows .Though I am sure by the end of it, I will dump all my stuff in the cupboard and stick some flowers in a glass for extra effect.

In office I keep hearing people making plans for the weekend, there is almost an electric buzz in the air On Fridays its as if all the people kiss all their tensions goodbye. I really think that every day of the week must be like this, where people walk around with a smile, if not the whole day but atleast most of the time.

I wanted to end it off with a joke, but before that I will put in these thoughts by Erma Bombeck, (my fav writer ) who died of cancer ..to remind us that life is short so don’t get bogged down by those worries and think of everyday as a Friday


IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER - by Erma Bombeck

(written after she found out she was dying from cancer).

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth
would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted
in storage.

I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was
stained, or the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much
less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his
youth.

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day
because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more
while watching life.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't
show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every
moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only
chance in life anyone ever gets to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now
go get washed up for dinner." There would have been more "I love you's."
More "I'm sorry's."

But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute...look
at it and really see it ... live it .and never give it back. Stop sweating
the small stuff.

Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing what.

Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who do love
us.

Let's think about what God HAS blessed us with. And what we are doing each
day to promote ourselves mentally, physically, emotionally, as well.

We have one shot at this and then it's gone. I hope you all have a blessed
day.