Da Witch
October 25th, 2001, 11:53 AM
> *IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER *
> by Erma Bombeck
>
> I would have talked less and listened more.
> I would have invited friends over to dinner even if
> the carpet was stained
> and 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 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 burned the pink candle sculpted like a
> rose before it melted
> in storage.
>
> I would have sat on the lawn with my children and
> not worried about grass
> stains.
>
> I would have cried and laughed less while watching
> television and more
> while watching life.
>
> 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 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 realizing that the wonderment growing inside
> me was the only chance
> in life 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" ... more
> "I'm sorry" ... 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.
>
> I would tell all my friends that I need and love
> them and that my life
> would be empty without them!
>
> In honour of breast cancer awareness month and in
> memory of Erma Bombeck
> who lost her fight with cancer. Here is an angel
> sent to watch over you
>
> . * (\ *** /) * . *
> * * ( \(_)/ ) * *
> * (_/ \_) *
> * . * /___\ * . *
> by Erma Bombeck
>
> I would have talked less and listened more.
> I would have invited friends over to dinner even if
> the carpet was stained
> and 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 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 burned the pink candle sculpted like a
> rose before it melted
> in storage.
>
> I would have sat on the lawn with my children and
> not worried about grass
> stains.
>
> I would have cried and laughed less while watching
> television and more
> while watching life.
>
> 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 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 realizing that the wonderment growing inside
> me was the only chance
> in life 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" ... more
> "I'm sorry" ... 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.
>
> I would tell all my friends that I need and love
> them and that my life
> would be empty without them!
>
> In honour of breast cancer awareness month and in
> memory of Erma Bombeck
> who lost her fight with cancer. Here is an angel
> sent to watch over you
>
> . * (\ *** /) * . *
> * * ( \(_)/ ) * *
> * (_/ \_) *
> * . * /___\ * . *