Friday, July 18, 2008

An appropriate 100th post...

I came across this the other day. Nothing on where it came from or who said it--it was on a plaque in a catalog. Appropriate none-the-less.

Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, totally worn out and proclaiming, "Wow, what a ride!"

Though somehow I have a feeling I'll show up limping and scarred. That's fine. Guys dig scars.

7 comments:

Suburbia said...

Happy Hundredth!!

A great saying, the 'worn out' bit particularly appropriate!

How's your week home alone been?

Marit said...

Now, is it just me, or has your week alone given you more time to blog? Whatever the reason may be, I'm enjoying it!!

Dori said...

Marit--I think it was more the fact that Jacob went to his playgroup twice this week instead of just once! I even got the house clean...sort of!

And, Sub, I've actually survived--and still sane, or at least the same amount of sane I was to begin with! I've been very well taken care of! Friends and family concerned for the welfare of my children feeding us hot meals.

Amy said...

I was just listening to the radio and Foreigner's "I want to know what love is" came on. It brought back that time that we went to the concert and you were --> <-- this close to singing on stage with them. Such an extraordinary life you lead...

Oh, and if guys dig scars then I am SMOKING HOT! :)

Happy 100th!

Gina said...

I have heard that saying before, but I can't remember who, when or where.

Glad things are going good there! Is the hubby home yet?

Dori said...

Amy--still not over how I was ROBBED of singing with the band! But, seats practically in their laps wasn't a bad consolation prize!

Gina, we have 4 hours left. We're going to leave early and wander around the aviation museum until his plane lands.

Suburbia said...

Ha! That's so funny that you are being fed! But wonderful too, how nice to have such good friends.