IJMC - If I Had My Life To Live Over

Another day, another piece of hardware working. I'm happier though, my 
network seems to be running and stable. I've got the ADSL (Jezebel) running 
into my Linux box (Vermouth), through it to the network hub 
(Macistophiles), to my two systems (Bourbon and Kaluha). So, everything's 
running and the two systems are even talking to each other (I know, 
horrible mix, I don't do it often). If it all remains stable over the 
next few days, well, great. Regardless, g'night.                      -dave




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 shared more of the responsibility carried by my
husband.

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 and realized 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 yous.. more I'm sorrys... 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.

* Written by and In memory of Erma Bombeck who lost her fight with
cancer.

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Here is an angel sent to watch over you...