This month's featured mom isDebbie Ruttencutter
Due to a problem, we have no featured Mom for January. So I decided to reprint the featured Mom from a previous newsletter. Debbie does a lot of things behind the scenes to help keep Angel Moms going. Without Debbie, I don't know what I would do, she does a wonderful job keeping the e-group part of Angel Moms running smoothly. Now when you write me about a problem with your e-mail and I say "write Debbie (MSBBSITTER@aol.com) she takes care of the mail for me and I am sure she can fix this," you'll know who I am talking about.
Hi! I am Debbie...Mom to Angel Josh and 2 children here on Earth with me, Jake and Brittany. This little white box has been a life saver for me since my son Josh left us in 1996. When he first left, I felt like so alone in this world. I went to counseling, which helped, but I needed something else. The computer came into our home and into my heart about a yr after Josh left. I sat here for hours and days typing away at everything I could find regarding Loss of a Child or losing one to suicide. I told my story to everyone, searching for some support, someone whom understood. Some people would write me back, some wrote a couple of times, but only 1 person and I kept in constant contact from day one. That person was my dearest friend Judi Walker. I didn't feel alone anymore....it was great. Since then, Judi and I have been thru many things, many family issues, many personal issues. We are together thru thick and thin. AngelMoms was a blessing. When it was first started, Judi couldn't imagine how far it would go, but it sure has! What a blessing for all of us!
This year I got involved in a project called Memory Tree of Lights which has taken me temporarily off the day to day emails, but not for long! My project has been so heartwarming to me and my family. We have a Tree outside our home lit with only white lights, and index cards. On those index cards is names of suicide victims. So many loved ones lost. It is a very powerful thing to see. I am always seeking ways to inform the public of suicide and depression since that is what took my son from me. I talk to teens and parents and anyone whom needs to talk. I have been blessed many times over, because as I am helping someone, they are helping me too. Each step I take is one more step towards healing. I will forever miss my son, there is a large hole in my heart, but I will always be indebted to him and to others that suffer like my son did. Today I did my T.V. interview for the Memory Tree Project and I was so nervous, but when that crew pulled into my driveway, I calmed down. It was as if I was surrounded by gentleness and calmness. My thoughts are that many, many Angels above, were with me as I sat there and talked and shared my story. I am blessed. Blessed many times over....so that is me.I want to thank my son Josh for all that he has given me since he left us. I am so sorry you are gone baby, but I thank you for everything....I love you!
Josh's Page
Remember Me
Remember Me as you sit and weep
As you close your eyes and go to sleep
Remember the good times and the bad
For they made the life that we once had
Go beyond the suffering and the pain
And in time you'll learn to live again
You'll remember me with joy in your heart
It's only life's path that keeps us apart
Remember Me on the other shore
Where I've found peace forevermore
Hold my memories in the passing days
And Remember Me
Today Tomorrow Always
Written by
Sonia
Remember Me Owner
for all our lost loved ones
Remember Me
Easter, Spring, Renewal, Growth, Sunshine, Rainbows,
Rain, Thunderstorms, Lightening, Floods, Mudslides, Hail.
Amazing that all of these words describe the same season, beautiful and renewing...harsh and painful.
It's also how my heart feels this time of year... Easter was the last holiday we spent with Scott before he left us, therein lies the harshness of the season, and yet there also is the beauty. Beauty because of the lessons my son has taught in his passing and his signs to us, renewing in sending me to such a caring group of moms.
Renewing because I now breathe the love of my family deeper into my heart than I ever did before, knowing that each moment with them could be our last. Sunshine and rainbows because I see my grandchildren with new eyes, eyes that would've loved them before Scott's passing but treasure each moment now. Growth... I have grown in my compassion for others and their grief, but also growth in my strength and resolve to live.
My son loved life and fought so hard to stay here, he has passed on those lessons to me, to renew my desire to live life with the ones who are left with me after he left. I can hear him telling me not to waste one minute because this time with my loved ones here is numbered... like the new blades of grass in spring.
And just as the flowers and rain of spring will pass so will my time with my family and friends on this earth... then I will be reunited with my son and there will be a beautiful Spring renewal in heaven with him!
Opening the wound… Recently my Grandmother passed away, – she raised me from the time I was just a few months old, so in my eyes, she’s not only my Gram she’s my Momma , the loss of this wonderful woman brought back so many memories of the loss of Tyler. My Gram made me who I am today, she is part of why I am the woman I have become. I miss her so very much. Why is it that those around us think that we, because we have faced such tremendous loss, have all the answers to planning a funeral service? The answers about organizing the flowers? The music? My family left this up to my husband and I to do, because WE knew what needed to be done. I should have listened to my heart but instead, I graciously stepped up to the plate, not knowing what emotions were ahead for me. The sudden death has re-opened the wound in my heart. Planning the funeral for my Gram brought back a flood of emotions, lots and lots of tears and honestly, a pretty icky anxiety attack. I feel like I’m starting my grief all over. But I know that I am a survivor. Just like all of you Mom’s. Life has thrown us a terrible curve ball and if you’re anything like me, you think this awful pain is enough for a life time, so when it happens again, it’s just unfathomable on how we can get through another loss. But we do. I do have comfort knowing that my Gram is holding my Tyler’s hand in heaven. I can’t wait for MY reunion with Tyler. . I can’t begin to imagine what that will be like, but when I picture it, I see blue skies and puffy clouds and flowers everywhere . That’s how I picture heaven. What do you imagine? What do you think about when you picture your reunion with your Angel?
Deb has been very busy making quilts for her group Quilts For Kids. She was unable to do her article for the newletter this month, since we all think what she is doing is very special, I decided to rerun her November article about the quilt project. We have had many new member join since the article ran and feel they would be interested.
Judi
Deb's Article
I have started a local sister group in my area called Quilts For Kids. It is a non profit organization that was founded in PA and helps form groups all over the US to make and supply children who are terminally ill or with a serious condition that requires hospital stays with a quilt. These quilts are not large in size, and that enables the child to hold them during treatment or recovery time. If you would like more information the group you may visit the web site at www.quiltsforkids.org
My youngest daughter Tenee is in her last year of nursing school. Her goal and wish is to be able to work with children who have cancer and in April she will graduate from college with her BSN in Nursing with her major in Pediatrics Oncology. After doing clinical one day she came home and shared her day with me. Her patient was 2 years old. He had 15 tumors. Brain, lung, femur and neck were where most of the tumors were located. He was small, weak and his chance of survival were slim. His mother stayed by his side all day and night. This little boy cried all the time, due to pain and Tenee was amazed at his mothers patience. She said all Mom did was sing and rock him, although nothing seemed to help. Mom spoke very little English and Tenee tried to get her to eat one day from the kitchenette that is provided for the patients and family, she did not understand she didn't have to pay and she had no money. Tenee was very touched by this Mom and child and to make the story even more special this little boy's name is Nathan. I went to work quickly and made Nathan a small baseball fabric quilt and sent it to the hospital on Tenees next rotation. Mom was thrilled and even had tears Tenee said cause they have so little. She could not believe anyone would do this for them and thanked Tenee over and over. Tenee did not share our Nathan with this mother cause soon she too will be an Angel Mom and Tenee was afraid of upsetting her.
My reason for sharing this with everyone is... I am willing to make quilts for other AngelMoms in memory of their children. The quilts are not large, are 8x8 inch squares and I can complete one in a day. If you would like to have a quilt given to an ill child in your angels memory please email me privately and we can workout the details.
Below is a list of what is required
1/2 yd. of a solid material for squares
1/2 yd of a second material for squares
2/3 yd of a matching material to use as a border
2/3 yd of a material to use for binding
2 yds for backing material
Just keep in mind this material needs to be 100% cotton and you can use any color pattern you want. Make the quilt a part of your angels personality or if that does not work for you then just choose blues or pinks ..any thing a child would be attracted to.
I will supply the middle batting and labor for the quilt. On the back I will put your angels initials and send it to the hospital in our area for a terminally ill child. I will send you a picture of the quilt when completed so that you can see what you made possible. If you have any questions please don't hesitate to ask me, I will do my best to explain everything I can about the program.
To date I have 5 volunteers who help me and we have provided 45 quilts in about 6 weeks. Its a very rewarding task and just knowing Nathan has a quilt that I made in my Nathan's memory to hold during his surgeries and treatments and that an angel is watching over him each and every day makes me smile.
I hope other Angel Moms will join in on this with me.
Here is a picture of Tenee getting ready to leave to give the quilt to little Nathan. The second picture is of some of the quilts made to date that have been donated all ready. The last picture is of myself showing one of the quilts. Thanks and I hope to hear form all of you soon.
Click on the photos to see larger.
For more info, e-mail Deb at Debbiekgolds@aol.com
Reaching Out to Help Others
Recently I have been reading many letters in our group about Angel Mom reaching out to help other Moms and families in need. A few are when someone's child has passed and one of our Moms have reached out to help them. We do that because we understand that Moms' pain and even if we feel we can't do it, we somehow find the strength deep inside us to do it. That strength is healing also for us and sometimes we are not aware of it. I personally feel our Angels in Heaven are the ones that connect us with others here on Earth, sometimes to help us, sometimes for us to help others. The love that our children have for us is apparent when it comes to these connections. Sometimes they send someone to us for comfort and understanding because they do not want to see us hurting. Sometimes we are sent to the ones that are hurting and in pain. There are no accidents or coincidences in life is how I feel. Everything is for a reason and I know we have no idea at times as to why us? We would never wish this pain on anyone, ever, yet, we will be there for someone whom just experienced this pain. What we aren't seeing at the time is each time we reach out, help someone in need, we are helping ourselves also. It is a part of grief healing. Each time we offer compassion, a hand, a small hole in our hearts is filled. Will our hearts every be completely healed, no, but it is being repaired. So, when you hear of a new family in pain, reach out to them in any way you can and in a small way your heart is healing and your Angel is smiling above...:)
A while back, someone in the group asked the question "do pets help with grief." I answered that yes I thought they did. My girls have many pets and I have seen the comfort they get from them. I thought about when no one else was here, they were and I was not alone. I realize now that when I answered this question, I was not really answering out of my personal experience, but what I have seen with my daughters and their pets. They way I discovered this is because as some of you know, my daughters surprised me with a cocker spaniel puppy for Christmas, I named her Angel. I don't think just any puppy would have done, cocker spaniels have never been my favorite breed of dogs until I met Angel, she was meant to be mine. After buying her, we found out she shares the same birthday with my oldest daughter Jennie, was born in the same town as my daughter Laurie and her markings are unusual, she has angel wings on her back. This little girl has brought so much love and happiness to my life and has helped me in so many ways. I laugh more because of her silly antics, I love cuddling with her and find it very comforting, I sleep better at night now because she is curled up next to me. I feel better getting up in the mornings now because she is so eager to greet the day that I can help but get caught up in her excitement. I spend more time outside because she loves it, she is full of energy and love, she is just what I needed in my life at this time. Now it is true, that she has chewed my speaker wires in two three times, the wire to my cell phone charger got it too along with several items of Laurie's and Jennie's that I have had to replace, one being a school excuse that she ate. Yes, she is spoiled rotten, but it is all worth it because of all she has brought to my life.
So now if I was asked the question again, I would answer a big YES!
Hi I'm Kelly. I've been on a hiatus. so I thought I'd introduce myself.
I live in Alaska with my husband Robert and children Nicole (Nikki) 15,
Logan 14, Chase 10 this month, and my angel Valerie forever 2. I am a
stay at home mom and do arts and crafts for extra income and to keep
busy. I became an angel mom on june 28th, 2001 when my daughter passed
from bacterial meningitis. That is when my perfect little world came
crashing in on me. Thank God for angel moms. These wonderful moms saved
my life and helped convince me I wasn't crazy, just grieving. I know religion is a touchy subject. I was very into my church, and learning about God when I lost Valerie. I became angry at God and quit going to church. I have since been on a journey to get my faith back. I'm not totally there yet, but I'm trying. Just to warn you, my contribution this month is based on this journey.
I know when I first lost Valerie, I cried, and cried, and when I thought I could cry no more, someone would say something, a song on the radio, and even doing normal everyday things, would bring the tears all over again. I found myself trying to block them, then hiding them, and eventually apologizing for "breaking down". Cars and refrigerators break down; people don't. Crying is a gift from God. We were created to cry.
Max Lucado describes our tears as "those tiny drops of humanity. Those round, wet balls of fluid that tumble from our eyes, creep down our cheeks, and splash on the floor of our hearts. They were there that day. They are always present at such times. They should be; that's their job. They are miniature messengers; on call twenty-four hours a day to substitute for crippled words. They drip, drop and pour from the corner of our souls, carrying with them the deepest emotions we possess. They tumble down our faces with announcements that range from the most blissful joy to darkest despair." The principle is simple; when words are most empty, tears are most apt.
Even Jesus wept at the death of his friend Lazarus. He let the pain of death overcome Him, and He knew the separation was temporary....Go on and cry a river. If you try to hold your pain and grief inside, you'll find it's like trying to build a dam across the ocean. When the tears start welling up and you can't stop them from delivering their message, don't apologize, they are a gift from God.
Angel Valeries Mom
Valerie's Page
I took a chance. I received a publication from my father’s Alma Mater, Union College in July 2004. I have never informed Union that my Dad passed away a year before my Angel Mike. I felt that it helped me maintain a small connection to my Dad. I like receiving the material and have sometimes sent a small contribution to Union in my father’s name. While I was flipping through this Union publication, I spotted a name – my father’s name-with the exception of the middle initial. My Dad’ s name was Wilfred (not exactly John!). I thought about writing to this man. I dismissed the idea as crazy, and then decide I had nothing to lose. I described my family-names, places, etc., hoping that we were connected.
For weeks I checked the mail. Nothing. I began to think that he must indeed think that a crazy woman had written to him. Gradually, I stopped looking. I wondered what I had expected from this complete stranger. Then one day in late August, a thick envelope arrived. The Motherlode! This man was my Dad’s first cousin and he had included the family history back to the mid 1500’s! There are a few gaps but I was so floored by what I did have in my hand, I called my sister right away. Our family is scattered and the ranks are thin, but not as thin as we had thought. He had graduated from Union two years ahead of my Dad.
I took a chance. Not much of a chance in retrospect. It paid off in big dividends. Now my next step is to try to meet him and his family. My family too! I thought about what might have happened if I had informed Union that my Dad had passed away, if I didn’t like receiving these publications, if I didn’t read this particular one and if I let my opportunity to write to this man slip by. A great deal of knowledge would not be in my possession. How many little things like this surround all of us on a daily basis? How many do we ignore and how many do we embrace? How much was my Dad or some other ancestor guiding me?
Take a chance! I did.
Have a wonderful Easter. I can’t believe how early it seems to be this year.
Irish Toasts
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In the time of the Irish chieftains, from the first through the twelfth centuries, poets were revered as highly as the kings themselves. Each king had his own poet. With the arrival of Saint Patrick and his monks in the fifth century, the written word began to complement the oral traditions. Thanks to Patrick's lasting influence, the Irish were one of the few literate people in Europe throughout the dark Ages. Their reverence for the spoken and written word has remained unswerving.
Most of the Irish get their first practice at storytelling, blarney, and other verbal arts in the pubs. These are not just places to raise a glass, but a place to gather with other people, friends , family, even strangers. The verse is as rich and flowing as the Guinness.
As the glasses fill and empty, patrons tell and retell their tales, polishing and refining their noble art. Is it any wonder the Irish have become masters of the gab?
Here are just a few examples of Irish wit and wordplay. Many of which have been submitted by people visiting this site. So raise a glass and pass on the tradition. St. Patrick would be pleased.
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The Scots have their whiskey, the welsh have their tongue, but the Irish have Paddy, who's second to none!
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Saint Patrick was a gentleman
who came from decent people,
He built a church in Dublin town
and on it put a steeple.
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He preached with such wonderful force
the innocent natives his teaching,
with wine washed down each discourse,
Says he: "I detest all dry preaching!"
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Upon this Isle St. Patrick spoke,
T'was here he preached his sermon
He drove the snakes into the lakes
and banished all the vermin.
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May the grass grow long on the road to hell for want of use.
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May the road rise up to meet you;
May the wind be always at your back,
the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rain fall soft upon your fields,
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the hollow of his hand.
May you have warm words on a cold evening,
a full moon on a dark night,
and the road downhill all the way to your door.
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May you live to be a hundred years, with one extra year to repent.
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May you be in heaven 1/2 hour before the devil knows you're dead.
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As you slide down the banisters of life may the splinters never point the wrong way.
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May the wind at your back always be your own.
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There are many good reasons for drinking,
One has just entered my head,
If a man doesn't drink when he's living,
How the hell can he drink when he's dead?
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May those who love us, love us.
And for those who don't love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if he can not turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles,
So we may know them by their limping.
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May there be a fox on your fishing hook
and a hare on your bait
and may you kill no fish
until St. Brigid's Day
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May your troubles be as few and as far apart as my Grandmothers teeth.
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May the horns of your cattle always touch heather.
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May the best day of your past be the worst day of your future.
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Here's to the bull that roams through the wood,
and does all the heifer's so very much good,
for if it was nay for him, and his little red rod,
there'd be none of here could eat steak by God.
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Catch the moments as they fly
and use them as ye ought man,
believe me happiness is shy
and comes not aye when sought man.
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May the roof above us never fall in, and may we friends gathered below never fall out.
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May there always be work for your hands to do ..
May your purse always hold a coin or two...
May the sun always shine on your windowpane...
May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain...
May the hand of a friend always be near you...
May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you...
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
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God bless all those that I love;
God bless all those that love me;
God bless all those that love those
that I love,
And all those that love
those that love me.
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May you get all your wishes but one,
So you always have something to strive for.
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May God bring good health to your enemies enemies
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In Heaven there is no beer, that is why we drink it here.
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May the blessings of each day be the blessings you need most,
May the most you wish for be the least you get,
May the Lord keep you in His Hand and never close His fist too tight.
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In Heaven there is no beer, that is why we drink it here.
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The only thing an Irishman should worry about is his health and then.. if he's in good health, there's nothing to worry about; but if he's not in good health, he worries whether he is going to live or die.. if he's going to live, he has nothing to worry about; but if he is going to die, he worries about whether he's going to heaven or hell.. and if he going to heaven, he has nothing to worry about; and, if he's going to hell , he'll be too busy shaking hands with all his friends to have any time to worry ! So stop worrying !
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Here's to you, here's to me, the best of friends we'll always be. But if we ever disagree, forget you here's to ME!!
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Here's to your coffin... May it be built of 100 year old oaks which I will plant tomorrow...
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Ode to Beer
Of all my favorite things to do,
The utmost is to have a brew.
My love grows for my foamy friend,
with each thirst-quenching elbow bend.
Beer's so frosty, smooth, and cold
It's paradise Pure liquid gold
Yes beer means many things to me
that's all for now cus I gotta Pee
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An Irishman is never drunk as long as he can hold on to one blade of grass and not fall of the face of the earth.
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"May the dust of your carriage blind the eyes of your foe!"
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"May the sons of your daughters smile up in your face."
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Here's to you as good as you are,
Here's to me as bad as I am,
As good as you are,
And as bad as I am,
I'm as good as you are,
As bad as I am.
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The future is not ours to know, and it may never be- so let us live and give our best and give it lavishly!
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There are good ships, and there are wood ships, the ships that sail the sea. But the best ships are friendships, and may they always be.
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May you always be blessed
with walls for the wind,
a roof for the rain,
a warm cup of tea by the fire,
laughter to cheer you,
those you love near you,
and all that your heart might desire.
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Here's to Eve the mother of us all,
And here's to Adam who was Johnny on the spot when the leaf began to fall.
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Health, and long life to you
Land without rent to you
The partner of your heart to you
and when you die, may your bones rest in Ireland!
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May you fly straight to heaven,
But if you go to Hades,
May Lethe run with Guinness!
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Friend of my soul, this goblet sip
'twill chase the pensive tear.
'Tis not so sweet as woman's lip
but oh, 'tis more sincere.
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May the love and protection St. Patrick can give
Be yours in abundance as long as you live.
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May all the giant hearts be tall as day,
may all your winter nights be warm as May.
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May the enemies of Ireland never eat bread nor drink whiskey,
but be afflicted with itching without the benefit of scratching
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WHAT IT MEANS TO BE IRISH
Being Irish isn't something you do, it's something you are. Being Irish means that your heart swells like a sheet on a clothesline at the sound of your ancestral brogue, that the thought of your dad and sainted mother makes you weep a wee bit even now, that the devil himself, try as he does, will never dim your devotion to the Trinity. If you're truly Irish, you're possessed of a joy of the spirits and a depth of soul. You carry a smile for a stranger and coins aplenty for the poor. Aye, there's a feistiness about you as well, but only in protecting all that you hold dear; family, friends, faith and land, your heritage. For if you can see a masterpiece in a sunset and a promise of harvest in a clump of dirt, if you claim friends who'll buoy you up as well as cheer you when you sail, if you can feel the loving grip of God whatever your lot in life, then saints be praised. YOU'RE IRISH.
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If you're lucky enough to be Irish, you're lucky enough!
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Here's to our wives and sweethearts!! May they never meet!!
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Here's to the land of the Shamrock so green,
Here's to each Lad and his darlin Colleen,
Here's to the ones we love dearest and most.
May God bless ole Ireland, that's and Irish mans toast.
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May your blessings out number
The shamrocks that grow,
And may trouble avoid you
Wherever you go.
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May your neighbors respect you,
Troubles neglect you,
The angels protect you,
And Heaven accept you.
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May you have no frost on your Spuds,
No worms on your cabbage.
May your goat give plenty of milk.
If you inherit a donkey, may she be in foal.
Don't walk in front of me I may not follow.
Don't walk behind me I may not lead.
Walk beside me And just be my friend.
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I have known many
liked not a few
loved only one
so this toast's for you
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Acts Of Kindness
Acts of Kindness for February were presented to:
Laurie Miersonne by Wedgie/Joanie Harris
Deb Goldsberry by Debbie Ruttencutter
The Act Of Kindness Award will be given to an AngelMom that was nominated for their kindness and thoughtfulness. It will not be a contest, it is "Thank You" kind of award. Anyone can be nominated. If someone has touched your heart by doing something special, please nominate them by emailing Debbie. There is no exclusions, everyone is included. We will list each member that has received an Award.
Angel Mom's Acts of Kindness
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Easy Chicken & Rice Wraps
Ingredients:
1 (6.8-ounce) package RICE-A-RONI® Spanish Rice
2 tablespoons margarine or butter
1 (16-ounce) jar salsa*
12 ounces boneless, skinless chicken breasts, cut into thin strips (about 3 breasts)
1 cup canned black or red kidney beans, drained and rinsed
1 cup frozen or canned corn, drained
8 (6-inch) flour tortillas, warmed
Shredded Cheddar cheese and sour cream (optional)
NOTE: *Or, use 2 cups chopped fresh tomatoes or 1 (14-1/2-ounce) can tomatoes, undrained and chopped, if desired.
Prep Time 10 minutes
Cook Time 30 minutes
Directions:
1. In large skillet over medium-high heat, sauté rice-vermicelli mix with margarine until vermicelli is golden brown.
2. Slowly stir in 2 cups water, salsa, chicken and Special Seasonings; bring to a boil. Reduce heat to low. Cover; simmer 15 to 20 minutes or until rice is tender and chicken is no longer pink inside.
3. Stir in beans and corn; let stand 5 minutes before serving. Serve in tortillas with cheese and sour cream, if desired.
Tip : To warm tortillas, wrap them in aluminum foil and bake in a 350°F oven for about 5 minutes. Turn off the heat and keep them in the oven until ready to serve.
Makes 4 servings
Nutritional Information:
Nutrients per Serving:
Calories: 557
Total Fat: 11 g
Cholesterol: 49 mg
Carbohydrate: 81 g
Protein: 32 g
Sodium: 2425 mg
Some Links To Share
Think It Over
Take My Hand
God Knows
A Little Angelic Wisdom to Carry with You Through the Day
Each day brings with it the miracle of a new beginning, Many of the moments ahead will be marvelously disguised as ordinary days, but each one of us has the chance to make something extraordinary out of the them.
Remember that there is an enduring worth to every positive step you take, that the good decisions you make will come back to bless you, and that your Angels will make sure that any clouds really do have a silver lining.
Have an absolutely wonderful day today! Rise and shine.....and keep on rising, and keep on shining.
Douglas Pagels
Angel Moms Newsletter-March 2005-(Printable Version)
If you have something you would like included in next months newsletter, please e-mail Judi
Editor: Judi,
Staff: Toad (Carin), Deb, Debbie, Kelly, Chrissi, Lynn, Brenda
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