Dear Friends on the Stream, went to the doctor yesterday and he told
me I had a cramp in my back cause I am very low on Potassium, what is not good. so I have to take Muscle Relaxer and Potassium pills, and don't slouch when you sit on the computer. (I do all the time)
I have to take more care of my self. The pain I had can make me pass out, so I better watch it.
I love each and every one of you and I am so glad you are here when I
have something to complain about it. Thank you Madie.

WHY DO WOMEN CRY!!

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."

Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"

"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally he asked God. He said, "God, why do women cry so easily?"

God said:

" When I made the woman she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."

"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."

Love Madie

FIVE RULES FOR MEN TO FOLLOW FOR A HAPPY LIFE:

1. It's important to have a woman who cooks from time to time and cleans up at home.

2. It's important to have a woman who can make you laugh.

3. It's important to have a woman whom you can trust and who doesn't lie to you.

4. It's important to have a woman who is good in bed and who likes to be with you.

5. It's very, very important that these four women don't know each other.

I can not stay very long,I hurt my back and got so sick I was about to pass out. Don't know what happen but I will see a Doctor on Monday.
Right now I will lay down and keep still. Love you all my friends and have a very GREAT WEEKEND!!!!!!!

My mother was a fanatic about public toilets.

As a little girl, she'd bring me in the stall, teach me to wad up toilet paper and wipe the seat. Then, she'd carefully lay strips of toilet paper to cover the seat. Finally, she'd instruct, "Never, never sit on a public toilet seat."

And she'd demonstrate "The Stance," which consisted of balancing over the toilet in a sitting position without actually letting any of your flesh make contact with the toilet seat. But by this time, I'd have wet down my leg. And we'd go home.

That was a long time ago. Even now in our more mature years, The Stance is excruciatingly difficult to maintain when one's bladder is especially full. When you have to "go" in a public bathroom, you find a line of women that makes you think there's a half-price sale on Mel Gibson's underwear in there. So, you wait and smile politely at all the other ladies, also crossing their legs and smiling politely. And you finally get closer.
You check for feet under the stall doors.
Every one is occupied.

Finally, a stall door opens and you dash, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall. You get in
to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter. You hang your purse on the door hook, yank down your pants and assume "The Stance." Relief. More relief.

Then your thighs begin to shake. You'd love to sit
down but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold The Stance as your thighs experience a quake that would register an eight on the Richter scale.

To take your mind off it, you reach for the toilet paper. The toilet paper dispenser is empty. Your thighs shake more. You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on that's in your purse. It would have to do.
You crumble it in the puffiest way possible.
It is still smaller than your thumbnail.

Someone pushes open your stall door because the latch doesn't work and your purse whams you in the head. "Occupied!" you scream as you reach out for the door, dropping your tissue in a puddle and falling backward, directly onto the toilet seat.

You get up quickly, but it's too late.
Your bare bottom has made contact with all the germs and life forms on the bare seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper, not that there was any, even if you had enough time to. And your mother would be utterly ashamed of you if she knew, because her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly,
"You don't know what kind of diseases you could get."

And by this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, sending up a stream of water akin to a fountain and then it suddenly sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged to China. At that point, you give up. You're soaked by the splashing water. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a Chicklet wrapper you found in your pocket, then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.

You can't figure out how to operate the sinks with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past a line of women, still waiting, cross-legged and unable to smile politely at this point. One kind soul at the very end of the line points out that you are trailing a piece of toilet paper on your shoe as long as the Mississippi River!

You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and say warmly, "Here. You might need this."

At this time, you see your spouse; who has entered, used and exited his bathroom and read a copy of War and Peace while waiting for you.
"What took you so long?" he asks, annoyed.

This is when you kick him sharply in the shin and
go home.

This is dedicated to all women everywhere
who have ever had to deal with a public toilet.

And it finally explains to all you men what takes us so long.

Well I am going outside again, Just came in to say HELLO to all my Friends on the Stream, take care. Love Madie

I am sorry but I was out for a couple days, so know I want to thank
everybody for the very nice comments you left me, I am not going to be everyday on my Blog because Ken and I have to work in our yard, but I will check in ever so often. I can not be late at night on my Blog cause I go to bed about 10:30. I need my beauty sleep, how do you think I look so beautyful in my picture on Sweet Lucys Blog.HeHe!!
I Love You All!!! and again thank you for your nice Comments
Love and Hugs Madie!!

>> GOOD
>> In Richardson, Texas State Trooper was running radar. He had a
>>perfect spot to watch for speeders, but wasn't getting any Then he
>>discovered the problem. A 12 year old boy was standing up the road
>>with
>>a hand painted sign which read "RADAR TRAP AHEAD!"
>> The officer later found a young accomplice down the road with a
>>sign reading, "TIPS" and a bucket full of money. (And we used to
>>just
>>sell lemonade!)
>>
>> BETTER
>> A motorist was mailed a picture of his car speeding through an
>>automated radar post in Plano, Texas. A $40 speeding ticket was
>>included. Being cute, he sent the police department a picture of
>>$40.
>>The police responded with another mailed photo of handcuffs.
>>
>> BEST
>> A young woman was pulled over in Austin, Texas for speeding. As
>>the TX State Trooper walked to her car window, flipping open his
>>ticket
>>book, she said, "I bet you are going to sell me a ticket to the
>>Texas
>>State Police Ball." He replied, "Texas State Troopers don't have
>>balls."
>>There was a moment of silence while she smiled and he realized what
>>he'd
>>just said. He then closed his book, got back in his patrol car and
>>left.
>>She was laughing too hard to start her car.
>

I LOVE YOU MOM.
When the wise God planted His garden,
Scattering the seeds from above,
The choicest seed in His packet
Was the flower of Mother-love.

Carefully watched o'er and tended,
Nurtured by sunshine and stronger,
It blooms-a beautiful flower.

A flower so sweet and entrancing,
Dazzling and shining and white,
A love that guards us and guides us
Through life-our beacon light.

A love that steadies our footsteps,
That stretches a helpful hand,
That comforts our sorrows and heartaches,
That always will understand.

Mother-love, God's gift to His children,
With heavenly fragrance fraught;
The brightest flower in God's garden,
His truest forget-me-not.

By Myrtle Fisher Seaverns

To everyone who had, has, or is a Mom. May 14th. Love Madie,