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The mess april 14, 2013

A man came home from work and found his 3 children outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn around garden, The door of his wife’s car was open, as was the front door to the house and no sign of the dog, walking in the door, he found …an even bigger mess.

A lamp had been knocked over, the throw rug was against one wall, In the front room the… TV was on loudly with the cartoon channel, the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.

He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened. He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls.

As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel… She looked up at him, smiled and asked how his day went. He looked at her bewildered and asked, ‘What happened here today?’ She again smiled and answered, ‘You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world do I do all day?…
»Yes,» was his incredulous reply..

She answered, «Well, today I didn’t do it.»

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The date

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, “I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.”

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The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally…

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That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. “What’s wrong, are you well?” she asked. My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. “I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you,” I responded. “Just the two of us.” She thought about it for a moment, and then said, “I would like that very much.”

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That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel’s. “I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, “she said, as she got into the car. “They can’t wait to hear about our meeting.”

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We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. “It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,” she said. “Then it’s time that you relax and let me return the favor,” I responded. During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation – nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other’s life. We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, “I’ll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.” I agreed.

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“How was your dinner date?” asked my wife when I got home. “Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,” I answered.

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A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn’t have a chance to do anything for her. Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said: “I paid this bill in advance. I wasn’t sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates – one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son.”

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At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: “I LOVE YOU” and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till “some other time.”

 

Unger i bilen september 12, 2011

Filed under: Barn,Barndom,Dikt,Familie,Far,Foreldre,Minner,Mor,Reise — gullkorn @ 7:51 pm

Telle hester, telle kuer,
telle kirkespir og bruer.
Telle skilt med traktor på,
telle biler som er blå.

Lage rebuser og gåter,
trøste småsøsken som gråter.
Ikke krangle, ikke is.
Sitt i ro i timevis.

Synge sanger, lese bla’er.
Bo i bilen flere da’er.
Mor og far er helt på styr.
Noen griner, noen spyr.

Prøv å sove, prøv å hvile.
Jeg vil aldri mere bile.
Gir opp snart, er helt kaputt.
Så er sommerferien slutt.

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Forfatter: Trond Brænne

 

En historie om tiden mai 30, 2011

En mann kom sent hjem fra jobb, trøtt og irritabel. Ved døren ventet hans 5 år gamle sønn. Sønn: Pappa, kan jeg spørre deg om noe?
Far: Selvfølgelig. Hva lurer du på? svarte mannen.
Sønn: Pappa, hvor mye tjener du i timen?
Far: Det har du ingenting med! Hvorfor spør du om sånt? spurte mannen sint.
Sønn: Jeg har bare lyst til å vite det. Kan du ikke være så snill å fortelle meg det?
Far: Hvis du absolutt må vite det, så tjener jeg 250 kr. i timen.
Sønn: Åhh, sa sønnen og kikket ned i gulvet. Kan jeg få lov til å låne 100 kroner av deg?
Faren ble rasende. Hvis den eneste grunnen til at du vil vite hvor mye jeg tjener, er for at du kan gå ut og kjøpe deg en idiotisk leke eller annet tull, da kan du marsjere rett inn på rommet ditt og legge deg. Tenk over hvilken egoist du er! Jeg jobber ikke flere timer hver eneste dag for slik barnslig frekkhet!
Sønnen gikk stille til rommet sitt og lukket døren.

Mannen gikk og satte seg i stolen og ble mer og mer irritert over sønnens frekke spørsmål. Hvordan våger han å spørre om hvor mye jeg tjener bare for å få penger?

Omtrent en time senere hadde mannen roet seg og begynte å tenke seg litt om: Kanskje guttungen virkelig trengte de 100 kronene for å kjøpe noe han trengte, og dessuten maste han svært sjelden om å få penger. Mannen gikk til guttens soveromsdør, banket på og åpnet. Sover du, gutten min? spurte han. Nei, pappa, jeg er våken, svarte gutten.
Jeg har tenkt meg litt om og kanskje jeg var litt for streng mot deg, sa mannen. Det har vært en lang dag og uheldigvis tok jeg sinnet mitt ut på deg. Her er de 100 kronene du spurte om å få låne.

Gutten satte seg straks smilende opp og ropte: Tusen takk, pappa! Så stakk han hånden innunder puten og dro frem noen krøllete sedler.
Da mannen så at sønnen allerede hadde penger, begynte han å bli sint igjen. Sønnen telte pengene sakte og kikket opp på faren. Hvorfor skulle du ha flere penger når du allerede har? murret faren. Fordi jeg ikke hadde nok, men nå har jeg det! svarte sønnen.
Pappa, nå har jeg 250 kroner. Kan jeg få lov til å kjøpe en time av tiden din, for da kan du komme hjem en time tidligere i morgen og spise middag sammen med oss?
Faren var knust. Han la armene rundt sønnen sin og ba om forlatelse.

Dette er bare en kort påminnelse til alle som jobber mye. Vi skal ikke bare la tiden renne vekk uten å være sammen med de som virkelig betyr noe for oss, de som står oss nært.
Vær så snill og husk på å spandere tid verd 250 kroner på noen du virkelig bryr deg om.

Hvis vi dør i morgen, vil bedriften vi jobber for kunne erstatte oss i løpet av få timer; men familie og venner vi forlater, vil savne oss resten av livet.

 

Dikt om søsken oktober 30, 2010

Filed under: Bror,Familie,Søsken,Søster — gullkorn @ 4:22 am
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Søster (bror)
Du er utvalgt av livets tilfeldigheter
Til å bli elsket av meg
for evig og alltid
Litt på tross av
men mest på grunn av,
de mange ting
som gjør nettopp deg
så inderlig spesiell for meg

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SØSTER

Hva er en søster?
En søster hun er deg umåtelig kjær
En glede det er å ha henne nær

Hun er der når du trenger en hånd
Hun knytter usynlige vennskapsbånd

Hun er der og lytter når du vil snakke
Hun er der hvis noe går nedoverbakke

En bedre venn kan du ikke få.

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Båndet mellom søsken

Du sier til meg
du er min søster
Jeg sier til deg
du er min bror
Da vet vi at vi har noe sammen
Noe hellig
Du og jeg
Min aller kjæreste bror

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En storebror er en som er helt spesiell
– som du alltid kan stole på.
Han er der for deg fra morgen til kveld
– Lojal og trofast som få.
I nødens stund er han god å ha.
– Han vet alltid hva som skal til for å
Rette opp gale ting som har skjedd.
– Fra gråt til et lykkelig smil.
En storebror er mer enn familie.
– Han er del av alt det du er.
Han er en som du kan være stolt av
– som alltid vil ha deg kjær

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Når jeg blir 20
skal jeg flytte for meg selv
sa storesøster

Da vil jeg
bo sammen med deg
sa lillebror

Ja
klart du skal
sa storesøster

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Lykken må være å ha en bror,
som alltid gir et trøstende ord.
En som strekker ut hånden til deg,
og hjelper deg opp når du er lei.
To som alltid vil ha hverandre,
og som aldri kan bli skilt av andre.
For lykken er større når man er to,
og da blir verden et bedre sted å bo!

 

Sisters oktober 28, 2010

A young wife sat on a sofa on a hot humid day, Drinking iced tea and visiting with her Mother. As they talked about life, about marriage, about the responsibilities of life and the obligations of adulthood, the mother clinked the ice cubes in her glass thoughtfully and turned a clear, sober glance upon her daughter.

«Don’t forget your Sisters”, she advised, swirling the tea leaves to the bottom of her glass. ‘They’ll be more important as you get older. No matter how much you love your husband, no matter how much you love the children you may have, you are still going to need Sisters. Remember to go places with them now and then; do things with them. Remember that ‘Sisters’ means ALL the women…your girlfriends, your daughters, and all your other women relatives too. You’ll need other women. Women always do.’

What a funny piece of advice!’ the young woman thought. Haven’t I just gotten married? Haven’t I just joined the couple-world? I’m now a married woman, for goodness sake! A grownup! Surely my husband and the family we may start will be all I need to make my life worthwhile!’
But she listened to her Mother. She kept contact with her sisters and made more women friends each year. As the years tumbled by, one after another, she gradually came to understand that her Mom really knew what she was talking about.

As time and nature work their changes and their mysteries upon a woman, sisters are the mainstays of her life.

After more than 50 years of living in this world, here is what I’ve learned:

THIS SAYS IT ALL:

Time passes.
Life happens.
Distance separates..
Children grow up.
Jobs come and go.
Love waxes and wanes.
Men don’t do what they’re supposed to do.
Hearts break.
Parents die.
Colleagues forget favors.
Careers end.
BUT……….

Sisters are there, no matter how much time and how many miles are between you. A girl friend is never farther away than needing her can reach. When you have to walk that lonesome valley and you have to walk it by yourself, the women in your life will be on the valley’s rim, cheering you on, praying for you, pulling for you, intervening on your behalf, and waiting with open arms at the valley’s end.
Sometimes, they will even break the rules and walk beside you…Or come in and carry you out.

Girlfriends, daughters, granddaughters, daughters-in-law, sisters, sisters-in-law, Mothers, Grandmothers, aunties, nieces, cousins, and extended family, all bless our life!

The world wouldn’t be the same without women, and neither would I. When we began this adventure called womanhood, we had no idea of the incredible joys or sorrows that lay ahead. Nor did we know how much we would need each other. Every day, we need each other still.

 

A third grade boy explains God mai 6, 2010

Filed under: Baby,Barn,Familie,Far,Gud,Gullkorn,Jesus,Livet,Mamma,Mor,Pappa,Tro — gullkorn @ 4:03 am
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One of God’s main jobs is making people. He makes them to replace the ones that die so there will be enough people to take care of things on earth. He doesn’t make grown-ups, just babies. I think because they are smaller and easier to make. That way, He doesn’t have to take up His valuable time teaching them to talk and walk. He can just leave that to mothers and fathers.

God’s second most important job is listening to prayers. An awful lot of this goes on, since some people, like preachers and things, pray at times besides bedtime. God doesn’t have time to listen to the radio or TV because of this. Because He hears everything there must be a terrible lot of noise in His ears, unless He has thought of a way to turn it off. God sees everything and hears everything and is everywhere which keeps Him pretty busy. So you shouldn’t go wasting His time by going over your mom and dad’s head asking for
something they said you couldn’t have.

Atheists are people who don’t believe in God. I don’t think there are any in Chula Vista, where I live. At least there aren’t any who come to our church. Jesus is God’s Son. He used to do all the hard work like walking on water and performing miracles and trying to teach the people who didn’t want to learn about God. They
finally got tired of Him preaching to them and they crucified Him. But He was good and kind like His Father and He told His Father that they didn’t know what they were doing and to forgive them and God said OK.

His Dad (God) appreciated everything that He had done and all His hard work on earth so He told Him He didn’t have to go out on the road anymore, He could stay in heaven. So He did. And now He helps His Dad out by listening to prayers and seeing things which are important for God to take care of and which ones He can take care of Himself without having to bother God. Like a secretary only more important. You can pray anytime you want and they are sure to hear you because they got it worked out so one of them is on duty all the times.

You should always go to Church because it makes God happy, and if there’s anybody you want to make happy, it’s God. Don’t skip church to do something you think will be more fun like going to the beach. This is wrong! And, besides, the sun doesn’t come out at the beach until noon anyway.

If you don’t believe in God, besides being an atheist, you will be very lonely, because your parents can’t go everywhere with you, like to camp, but God can. It is good to know He’s around you when you’re scared in the dark or when you can’t swim very good and you get thrown into real deep water by big kids. But you shouldn’t just always think of what God can do for you. I figure God put me here and He can take me back anytime He pleases.

And that’s why I believe in God.