tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316155682024-03-07T14:13:36.479-05:00"he said...she said..."quote of the day
(If you've got a good one, leave it for me!)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger433125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31615568.post-3280408167907659872011-11-14T05:43:00.000-05:002011-11-13T21:47:16.461-05:00<span class="body">All great change in America begins at the dinner table. --Ronald Reagan</span>Marcia Gunnett Woodardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508795884628791619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31615568.post-77911555126269472822011-11-13T09:29:00.001-05:002011-11-13T09:32:42.862-05:00<span class="body">Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith. --Henry Ward Beecher</span>Marcia Gunnett Woodardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508795884628791619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31615568.post-50101109027859309272011-11-10T17:26:00.001-05:002011-11-10T17:28:07.413-05:00<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span class="sqq">“<a class="sqq" href="">Our grandchildren
accept us for ourselves, without rebuke or effort to change us, as no
one in our entire lives has ever done, not our parents, siblings,
spouses, friends - and hardly ever our own grown children.</a>” --Ruth Goode</span></div>Marcia Gunnett Woodardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508795884628791619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31615568.post-87840758539437278862011-11-01T09:05:00.003-04:002011-11-01T09:05:58.432-04:00"Do you know that nothing you do in this life will ever matter, unless it is about loving God and loving the people he has made?” --Francis ChanMarcia Gunnett Woodardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508795884628791619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31615568.post-36632356640596898982011-02-20T07:14:00.001-05:002011-02-20T07:15:40.887-05:00Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid. --Albert EinsteinMarcia Gunnett Woodardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508795884628791619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31615568.post-74952168774008965102011-01-02T06:02:00.001-05:002011-01-02T06:02:59.737-05:00Every grown-up man consists wholly of habits, although he is often unaware of it and even denies having any habits at all. --Georges GurdjieffMarcia Gunnett Woodardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508795884628791619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31615568.post-25128501349162469412011-01-01T17:18:00.000-05:002011-01-01T17:19:31.190-05:00The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams. --Eleanor RooseveltMarcia Gunnett Woodardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508795884628791619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31615568.post-77046832192532009062010-12-31T22:59:00.001-05:002010-12-31T22:59:44.984-05:00Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe. --Anatole FranceMarcia Gunnett Woodardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508795884628791619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31615568.post-15126351902009347022010-12-30T19:47:00.000-05:002010-12-31T19:50:29.198-05:00“We want a story that starts out with an earthquake and works its way up to a climax.” —Samuel GoldwynMarcia Gunnett Woodardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508795884628791619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31615568.post-7735204127271604322010-01-01T12:12:00.002-05:002010-01-01T12:30:57.281-05:00Try, try again!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">OK, new day, new month, new year, new decade. Time to try again to start this stalled blog. Here's a good one from W. Somerset Maugham:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; "><span style="font: 35.0px Times"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "></span></span></span></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; "><span style="font: 35.0px Times"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"></span></span></span><blockquote><span style="font: 35.0px Times"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> have an idea that some men are born out of their due place.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "> Accident has cast them amid strangers in their birthplace, and the leafy lanes they have known from childhood or the populous streets in which they have played, remain but a place of passage. They may spend their whole lives aliens among their kindred and remain aloof among the only scenes they have ever known. Perhaps it is this sense of strangeness that sends men far and wide in the search for something permanent, to which they may attach themselves. Perhaps some deep-rooted atavism urges the wanderer back to lands which his ancestors left in the dim beginnings of history. Sometimes a man hits upon a place to which he mysteriously feels that he belongs. here is the home he sought, and he will settle amid scenes that he has never seen before, among men he has never known, as though they were familiar to him from his birth. Here at last he finds rest.</span></span></blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "></span></span></span></span></span><div><blockquote><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></p></blockquote><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31615568.post-19778588780856725162009-11-11T02:17:00.000-05:002009-11-11T02:18:23.096-05:00"In hard times she had learned three things - she was stronger than she ever imagined, Jesus was closer than she ever realized, and she was loved more than she ever knew." —Holley GerthUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31615568.post-67509153571478076392009-11-11T02:12:00.003-05:002009-11-11T02:20:56.229-05:00Clear!After a persistent vegetative state lasting over a year, I will now attempt to rescusitate my quote blog. Is everyone ready?<br /><br />"Clear!"<br /><br />*bzxchkch!*<br /><br />"It's alive! It's alive!"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31615568.post-15527265922579874072008-09-15T12:46:00.000-04:002008-09-15T12:47:26.199-04:00Apology and ExplanationOK, folks, I want to say "sorry" for my recent scarcity, and offer an explanation for my recent extended (and somewhat continuing) absence. Let me offer some "facts of (my) life."<br /><br />1. I have a play script that <span style="font-style:italic;">must</span> be done by December 31, 2008.<br />2. I need to finish a brochure that I signed up for months ago.<br />3. I need to submit an outline for a resource I proposed weeks ago<br />4. I have a manuscript that's been ready to be shipped for almost a year.<br />5. I'm taking a university writing class.<br />6. I have a new baby grandson!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2RcvCIlfRWrlqSuM5mpLBlZp45udV4H95dkJBxQXTTZn0VXIpTE93_59HEHg3w3F0-90-QOMX7mxlTj_c0V01n3sGeuCIoHhcMAQxcuwMgArFnu8cjiuxziRIeJEDwZjK6aLZnA/s1600-h/thoughtful+ollie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2RcvCIlfRWrlqSuM5mpLBlZp45udV4H95dkJBxQXTTZn0VXIpTE93_59HEHg3w3F0-90-QOMX7mxlTj_c0V01n3sGeuCIoHhcMAQxcuwMgArFnu8cjiuxziRIeJEDwZjK6aLZnA/s400/thoughtful+ollie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246289545915001954" /></a><br /><br />Sooo....<br /><br />I'll get here when I can. Please be patient with me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31615568.post-44883975074465835792008-08-24T07:36:00.003-04:002008-08-24T07:46:05.957-04:00<div>Sorry for the "gap"--I didn't fall off the edge of the world! With everyone out of school things got a little crazy, but now I'm back. So, to make up for lost time, let's start things back up with a "doozy"!</div><div><br /></div>Your spouse's sex life with you is the only legitimate one they have; what are <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">you</span> doing to make it the best it can be, so it's more appealing than the other options? —UnknownUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31615568.post-68358618853025425172008-07-08T01:45:00.000-04:002008-07-05T19:46:59.354-04:00No change of circumstances can repair a defect of character. —Ralph Waldo EmersonUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31615568.post-15339538495803850472008-07-07T01:43:00.000-04:002008-07-07T01:43:06.060-04:00I have a higher and greater standard of principle. Washington could not lie. I can lie but I won't. —Mark TwainUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31615568.post-54777815776173095542008-07-06T01:50:00.000-04:002008-07-06T01:50:00.953-04:00You can tell the size of your God by looking at the size of your worry list. The longer your list, the smaller your God. —UnknownUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31615568.post-61471593013753882542008-07-05T19:40:00.000-04:002008-07-05T19:41:17.997-04:00I believe humans get a lot done, not because we're smart, but because we have thumbs so we can make coffee. —Flash RosenbergUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31615568.post-86294514746625673682008-06-30T22:25:00.001-04:002008-06-30T22:26:59.388-04:00A lot of people are afraid of heights. Not me, I'm afraid of widths. —Steven WrightUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31615568.post-54591785154397460542008-06-28T12:33:00.001-04:002008-06-28T12:33:59.475-04:00I cannot find language of sufficient energy to convey my sense of the sacredness of private integrity. —Ralph Waldo EmersonUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31615568.post-63047530478294719312008-06-27T00:04:00.000-04:002008-06-27T00:36:13.066-04:00Pride is what we have. Vanity is what others have. —UnknownUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31615568.post-14097247250134225722008-06-26T11:57:00.001-04:002008-06-26T12:04:27.483-04:00An elephant is a mouse built to government specifications. --Robert A HeinleinUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31615568.post-67139547612224782932008-06-22T01:11:00.000-04:002008-06-22T01:11:00.494-04:00Nothing that is worth doing can be achieved in a lifetime; therefore we must be saved by hope. Nothing which is true or beautiful or good makes complete sense in any immediate context of history; therefore we must be saved by faith. Nothing we do, however virtuous, can be accomplished alone; therefore we are saved by love. —Reinhold NiebuhrUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31615568.post-9570821983156970452008-06-21T22:00:00.002-04:002008-06-21T22:11:13.417-04:00Public opinion is what people think other people are thinking. —UnknownUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31615568.post-52577785981714538792008-06-20T01:58:00.000-04:002008-06-20T01:58:00.284-04:00He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words. —Elbert HubbardUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0