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Display name: Cassandra the Crusader
Gender: female
Location: United States
Website: http://www.myspace.com/lifesabundantjourney
Date joined: July 8th, 2008
Last seen: June 20th, 2010
About me: Seaside Pictures, Images and Photos


Thanks so much for stopping in! I've missed my AB friends and so I just had to get started again. I've been very busy with my family and work, I had to let go of AB for a while. I caught heck for not keeping up with myspace so I made sure to check in there as often as possible.

To answer someone's question concerning the posted photo, the answer is no, I haven't cut my hair, simply pulled it back into a long ponytail.

I hope to hear my friends are staying happy and as healthy as possible. Here's to wishing each and every one of you an absolutely beautiful summer!

Your friend,
Dr. Cassandra

Watch your thoughts; they lead to attitudes.
Watch your attitudes; they lead to words.
Watch your words; they lead to actions.
Watch your actions; they lead to habits.
Watch your habits; they form your character.
Watch your character; it determines your destiny.




Welcome Fellow ABers!

I am here for socialization and enlightenment and am not looking to have an affair with a married man so if you are looking for a little excitement to add to your "boring" marriage or feel an itch to have on online fling, you won't find it here. If you're still reading, then welcome! I have enjoyed "meeting" fellow ABers who are single, married, of both genders and sexual orientations, left handed, right handed, ambidextrous. Your skin color, accent and political preference do not matter to me. How you treat me--does!

I pride myself in being a fair minded/objective individual. You will find me to be a pet lover and humanitarian who enjoys digital photography as my only hobby. I don't have much time for a social life between work and family, so the glories of the worldwide web will hopefully provide me with some peace loving friends from the comfort of my beautiful Frank Lloyd Wright style home.

As far as friend requests are concerned, I will only grant requests to those whose questions we have answered or commented back and forth. I won't request or grant additions just to increase the number of friends you have. If we have nothing in common, please don't request.

As far as how to obtain what all life has to offer, the possibilities are endless! Set a goal to achieve something that is so big, so exhilarating that it excites you and scares you at the same time. It must be a goal that is so appealing, so much in line with your spiritual core, that you can't get it out of your mind. If you do not get chills when you set a goal, you are not setting big enough goals.


The Box

The beveled glass box atop my dresser dances with color when morning sunlight streams through the window. The multitude of color prompts me to pause; it's become a special time each day when I reflect on memories of my mother.

I remember well the Mother's Day it was given to her because the prior month had been my parent's 50'th wedding anniversary. After a reception in their hometown, the following month we kids sent them to Jamaica to continue their celebration. They returned from the trip on Mother's Day weekend.

Mom loved the glass jewelry box from the moment she opened the package. All sides were beveled and the top was finely etched with flowers and hummingbirds; or as she always referred to them "hummers." It wasn't large; actually it was just the right size for dropping earrings and a necklace into at the end of the day, or for holding pieces worn most often.

Many years passed that I didn't really see it up close, but on the occasions I entered my folk's bedroom it always caught my eye as it rested upon the dresser.

The glass box is more than a beautiful, cherished accessory that holds a variety of Mom's favorite jewelry items; the essence of who she was is tucked inside. Hence, the contents will remain as they are; my gemstones will not be intermingled.

The strands of cultured pearls trigger memories of the many pearls of wisdom she shared with me.

The few diamonds bring to mind her viewpoint in regards to judging others. No matter their social status or background each person is unique and many are a diamond in the rough just waiting for their time to shine.

The gold items hark back to Mother's certainty that silence is golden and one should be open-minded as to the opinions of others, whether you agreed or not. A difference in beliefs was no cause for discord but probably indicated the subject of conversation should be changed.

The silver items prompt me to maintain a positive attitude; Mother chose to believe that most dark clouds were lined with silver.

While sorting Mom's earrings, necklaces and such I discovered several retro pieces I'd not seen before. They were passé by the time I was of the age to admire baubles and beads, but she had stunning brooch and earrings sets. The entire collection creates a myriad of hues that transform the beveled glass box into a device with the ability to capture a rainbow.

After suffering through the Great Depression, Mother's passion for lovely but tasteful costume jewelry revealed that she always remained quite frugal. Still, when morning sun strikes the authentic and artificial display of stones, gold, and silver a mighty shimmer is unleashed; I feel I'm being reminded to reflect on and live by the pearls of wisdom Mom felt most important.

Mother was one of eleven siblings raised by parents that spent their lifetime as tenant farmers. Add to that the Great Depression, and she truly understood the fundamental priorities necessary for a fulfilling life.

I've done my best to live by her teachings.and hope she left this world satisfied that I did grasp and appreciate her life lessons.

In Memory of Mother,
Lovey Arlene Boucher
Mother's Day, 2009

Written by Kathleene S. Baker, ©2009

You can view more of Kathleene's stories at: www.txyellowrose.com or email her your comments on this story to: Lnstrlady@aol.com


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POUNDING IN NAILS

When I confronted my daughter after she hurt another child with a mean comment, she cried and immediately wanted to apologize. That was a good thing, but I wanted her to know an apology can't always make things better.

I told her the parable of Will, a 9-year-old whose father abandoned his mom two years earlier. Will was angry, and he often lashed out at others with hurtful words. He once told his mom, "I see why Dad left you!"

Unable to cope with his cruel outbursts, she sent him to his grandparents for the summer. His grandfather's strategy to help Will learn self-control was to make him go into the garage and pound a two-inch-long nail into a four-by-four board every time he said a mean thing.

For a small boy, this was a major task, and he couldn't return until the nail was all the way in. After about ten trips to the garage, Will began to be more cautious about his words. Eventually, he even apologized for all the bad things he'd said.

That's when his grandmother stepped in. She told him to bring in the board filled with nails and instructed him to pull them all out. This was even harder than pounding them in, but after a huge struggle, he did it.

His grandmother hugged him and said, "I appreciate your apology, and of course I forgive you because I love you, but I want you to know an apology is like pulling out one of these nails. Look at the board. The holes are still there. The board will never be the same. Your dad put a hole in you, Will, but please don't put holes in other people. You're better than that."

Michael Josephson
www.charactercounts.org


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A Dog's Plea
by Anonymous

Treat me kindly, my beloved friend
for no heart in all the world is
more grateful for kindness than
the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick,
for although I might lick your hand between blows,
your patience and understanding will more quickly
teach me the things you would have me learn.
Speak to me often,
for your voice is the world's sweetest music,
as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail
when the sound of your footsteps falls
upon my waiting ear.
Please take me inside when it is cold and wet,
for I am a domesticated animal,
no longer accustomed to bitter elements.
I ask no greater glory than the privilege
of sitting at your feet beside the hearth.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water,
for I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst.
Feed me clean food that I may stay well,
to romp and play and do your bidding,
to walk by our side and stand ready,
willing and able to protect you with my life.
And, my friend, when I am very old
and I no longer enjoy good health, hearing and sight,
do not make heroic efforts to keep me going.
I am not having any fun.
Please see to it that my life is taken gently.
I shall leave this earth knowing
with the last breath I draw that my
fate was always safest in your hands.


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