70's Music & Insta Pot Cheat Sheet

 

Karma & Thoughts On A Spring Garden

 

Have A Great Day

At birth we boarded the train

 

THE TRAIN:

At birth we boarded the train and met our parents, and we believe they will always travel by our side. As time goes by, other people will board the train; and they will be significant i.e. our siblings, friends, children, strangers and even the love of your life. However, at some station our parents will step down from the train, leaving us on this journey alone. Others will step down over time and leave a permanent vacuum. Some, however, will go so unnoticed that we don't realize they vacated their seats. This train ride will be full of joy, sorrow, fantasy, expectations, hellos, goodbyes, and farewells. Success consists of having a good relationship with all passengers requiring that we give the best of ourselves.

The mystery to everyone is: We do not know at which station we ourselves will step down. So, we must live in the best way, love, forgive, and offer the best of who we are. It is important to do this because when the time comes for us to step down and leave our seat empty we should leave behind beautiful memories for those who will continue to travel on the train of life.

I wish you a joyful journey for the coming years on your train of life. Reap success, give lots of love and be happy. More importantly, thank God for the journey!

Lastly, I want to thank you for being one of the passengers on my train!

Have A Great Day... J.T.

A Puzzle & A Sick Joke

 

That's All Folks J.T.. ( I counted 5 differences in first puzzle)

Who Needs A Map.. Great Book To Read

 

This Book is a good read::: 

Link:: www.hittingtheroadwithoutamap.com

For Linda

 

The Kettle.

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

There’s many a house of grandeur,

With turret, tower and dome,

That knows not peace or comfort,

And does not prove a home.

I do not ask for splendour

To crown my daily lot,

But this I ask – a kitchen

Where the kettles always hot.

If things are not all ship-shape,

I do not fume or fret,

A little clean disorder

Does not my nerves upset.

But one thing is essential,

Or seems so in my thought,

And that’s a tidy kitchen

Where the kettle’s always hot.

In my Aunt Hattie’s household,

Though skies outside are drear,

Though times are dark and troubled,

You’ll always find good cheer.

And in her quaint old kitchen –

The very homiest spot –

The kettle’s always singing,

The water’s always hot.

And if you have a headache,

Whate’er the hour may be,

There is no tedious waiting

To get your cup of tea.

I don’t know how she does it –

Some magic she has caught –

For the kitchen’s cool in summer,

Yet the kettle’s always hot.

Oh, there’s naught else so dreary

In household kingdom found

As a cold and sullen kettle

That does not make a sound.

And I think that love is lacking

In the hearts in such a spot,

Or the kettle would be singing

And the water would be hot.

Thank You Linda for Always Keeping The Kettle Always Hot at our house..