The Choice is Yours

I read this today in an email that a friend forwarded to me. I am posting it as a reminder for myself.

"If something is important enough to you, you will find a way. If it is not, you will find an excuse. Often, difficult circumstances can challenge you, but they can not stop you. Only you can stop you.

Others can give encouragement, can teach you and help you or they can hold you back. Only you can decide what to do with it all and what to make out of what you've been handed.
There are some roads that lead to success and others that lead to despair. The path you are on depends entirely on the path you have chosen.

Whether you see your life filled with beauty and positive possibilities, or whether you see no hope at all - Your own perception will turn out to be a self fulfilling prophecy. So which one will You choose to see?

The world which you choose to experience and the world you choose to live in is precisely the world where you will be in.

The choice is yours. "

- Rex Barker

The Onion

I truly laughed out loud this morning.

Why blog about this? Because lately it rarely happens to me.

What was the source that spurred my outburst? For those of you familiar with it, the answer will not be surprising. For those of you unfamiliar, please acquaint yourself immediately with "America's Finest News Source", a parody newspaper called The Onion.

In particular, the laughter came from reading this headline and story that appeared on the front page of today's edition.

The genius of The Onion goes without saying...

On another note, isn't is funny that the blogger spell check doesn't recognize the word, "blog" ?

Hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water...

It's been five days since I discovered the multiple hotel room charges (all within the last two weeks) on HER bank statement.

It's been five days since I packed up her things into garbage bags and boxes and asked her to move out when she walked through the door. During the course of the ensuing argument she left without taking her stuff.

Afterwards, I left for the weekend. Time away to TRY and clear my head. It's been four days since I immediately began to waver in my conviction. Sometimes it's hard to remain angry...but then I remember.

It's been one day since we spoke face to face. Of course, it was all "I'm sorry" and "You're the person I want to be with" and "I wasn't planning on seeing her [the other woman] anymore". I wish I could believe it, but I know that I can't. "You can do this" the small, still voice inside me whispers. I again tell her that I want her to leave.

Looking into the face of the woman I love and telling her to move out is the hardest thing I have ever done. Even after it all, I do still love her and probably always will. I have just FINALLY, finally, finally had enough of the hurt and pain.

I helped her carry the things out to her vehicle. My eyes started to well up with tears, but I held them back. I said, "This will make things better" (not sure if I was trying to convince her or myself). I hugged her goodbye and breathed a surprising deep sigh of relief. A weight lifted...

It's only been five minutes since I thought of her last, four minutes since I reassured myself this is the right thing to do, three minutes since I finished my silent prayer for strength. One minute since I realized I don't have to care or let it hurt me any more.

I hear Huey Lewis sing...
"Let her go and start over.
There ain't nothing that I can do.
Let her go and start over.
Baby, it's up to you.
Let her go and start over."

Flying Spaghetti Monster

This has to be one of the funniest things I've seen in a long time. I think I'm going to order a t-shirt immediately.