tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33342738.post2055468927589365149..comments2023-05-08T10:37:22.757-04:00Comments on Pieces of my Soul: Excaliburhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13466835461498522100noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33342738.post-45356704789536739722007-02-24T11:06:00.000-05:002007-02-24T11:06:00.000-05:00Ha, ha, I think if we listened to our parents all ...Ha, ha, I think if we listened to our parents all the time we'd be maladjusted. I say that because some times it's not enough to know that you shouldn't do something because someone tells you not to. Some times you need to experience it for yourself for the lesson to set in. An example is how do you teach a child what hot is? You can tell them don't touch it, because it's hot. Sooner or later they will touch it. Then they have something in their memory banks to tell them what hot is. Such is life, some lessons we can learn from parents/teachers/loved ones/the world at large--vicariously or through the exchange of words of wisdom. Others we need to get burned ourselves.Excaliburhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13466835461498522100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33342738.post-85591448923002225452007-02-23T09:14:00.000-05:002007-02-23T09:14:00.000-05:00hahahh I swear every day I have those moments when...hahahh I swear every day I have those moments when I get in a bind and say "SH*T! my parents were right all along! ARGH!" The good thing is that usually it's not the end of the world when something I've done against my parent's advice has gone wrong. Probably because they threatened to remove my limbs if I did certain illegal/dangerous activities, and I happen to be too fond of my arms and legs to even think about those things. They let me figure out the rest though, and I thank them for that, because that's how you learn, by making mistakes. Good post, dear.Alhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05557524279832095106noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33342738.post-55578283360342573042007-02-22T19:50:00.000-05:002007-02-22T19:50:00.000-05:00You are so right too T1. Tell sugarcube I said hi...You are so right too T1. Tell sugarcube I said hi as well.Excaliburhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13466835461498522100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33342738.post-75978184006931389562007-02-22T19:48:00.000-05:002007-02-22T19:48:00.000-05:00Your mom seems like a bright woman & she obviously...Your mom seems like a bright woman & she obviously passed it along to you coldploy.<BR/><BR/>Hello, Judy. Thanks for visiting my blog. I completely agree with you. Plug away!Excaliburhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13466835461498522100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33342738.post-87682173313867870112007-02-22T18:51:00.000-05:002007-02-22T18:51:00.000-05:00forgive my typing my girl is snuggling up to me wh...forgive my typing my girl is snuggling up to me while i type but i remember when you said the race thing and i always thought it isnt the kind of thing that happens by deciding-does that sound right. it like brown eyes or blue-you never know who will capture your heart. I always said I will never sate a man with a kid and look where i am..... sugar cube says hi u8ncle jamT1https://www.blogger.com/profile/01258513027851097793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33342738.post-56599155492883805952007-02-22T07:28:00.000-05:002007-02-22T07:28:00.000-05:00Rats--wrong number--should have been humble--slice...Rats--<BR/><BR/>wrong number--<BR/><BR/>should have been humble--<BR/><BR/>slicebyslice584.blogspot.com<BR/><BR/>Yikes!Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09312910877984091361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33342738.post-67677372754111443142007-02-22T07:27:00.000-05:002007-02-22T07:27:00.000-05:00Hello!Humility is indeed a gift, once you accept i...Hello!<BR/><BR/>Humility is indeed a gift, once you accept it. It frees you up in so many ways. Rather than forcing you in directions of submission to others, it affords you opportunities, as you say, to go places you might never have gone. It also brings peace to others and a way out of conflict.<BR/><BR/>Wise man, Excalibur. Thanks also for the kind words on my blog (slicebyslice585.blogspot.com)<BR/><BR/>Shameless plug, I know. I'm not always humble, unfortunately, but I'm working on it. (:Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09312910877984091361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33342738.post-30962126164693445122007-02-21T23:55:00.000-05:002007-02-21T23:55:00.000-05:00I feel the same way too. Believe it or not, many l...I feel the same way too. Believe it or not, many lessons I've learned were already advised by my mom. But you know when we were young, we never listened to our parents. <BR/><BR/>My favorite quote is by my mom. Hope you understand it because I have to translate into Engllish: The only thing you have from your kids is their boides, not their hearts. You can raise them, feed them but you can't force them to do things.coldployhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16179839964923155641noreply@blogger.com