Saturday, February 18, 2006 

A Thousand Marbles

(Received this from a good friend via email)

The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings. Perhaps it's the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it's the unbounded joy of not having to be at work. Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable.

A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the kitchen with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. What began as a typical Saturday morning turned into one of those lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time. Let me tell you about it.

I turned the volume up on my radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning talk show. I heard an older sounding chap with a golden voice. You know the kind, he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business himself.

He was talking about "a thousand marbles" to someone named "Tom." I was intrigued and sat down to listen to what he had to say.

"Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you're busy with your job. I'm sure they pay you well but it's a shame you have to be away from home and your Family so much. Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet. Too bad you missed your daughter's dance recital."

He continued, "Let me tell you something Tom, something that has helped me keep a good perspective on my own priorities."

And that's when he began to explain his theory of a "thousand marbles."

"You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic. The average person lives about seventy-five years. I know, some live more and some live less, but on average, folks live about seventy-five years."

"Now then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with 3900 which is the number of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire lifetime. Now stick with me Tom, I'm getting to the important part."

"It took me until I was fifty-five years old to think about all this in any detail," he went on, "and by that time I had lived through over twenty-eight hundred Saturdays. I got to thinking that if I lived to be seventy-five. I only had about a thousand of them left to enjoy."

"So I went to a toy store and bought every single marble they had. I ended up having to visit three toy stores to roundup 1000 marbles. I took them home and put them inside of a large, clear plastic container right here in my workshop next to the radio. Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown it away."

"I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focused more on the really important things in life. There is nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight."

"Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign-off with you and take my lovely wife out for breakfast. This morning, I took the very last marble out of the container. I figure if I make it until next Saturday then God has blessed me with a little extra time to be with my loved ones......

"It was nice to talk to you Tom, I hope you spend more time with your loved ones, and I hope to meet you again someday. Have a good morning!"

You could have heard a pin drop when he finished. Even the show's moderator didn't have anything to say for a few moments. I guess he gave us all a lot to think about. I had planned to do some work that morning, then go to the gym. Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife up with a kiss. "C'mon honey, I'm taking you and the kids to breakfast."

"What brought this on?" she asked with a smile. "Oh, nothing special," I said. " It has just been a long time since we spent a Saturday together with the kids. Hey, can we stop at a toy store while we're out? I need to buy some marbles."

Saturday, December 10, 2005 

Marathon in Marathonbabe?

Looks like I've been neglecting this blogsite.. Marathonbabe. It used to be a site where I shared deeper thoughts and information I didn't want anyone to know the info was from me, but then it became a blog site read by people I know.

I deleted the original posts and kept on posting those that is more of fun facts, opinions or information about life outside my circle.

Proudpetite became the blogsite I frequently used and became comfortable with. I'm not certain what I will do with this blogsite just yet. In a way, I want to keep it and see how it goes when I get my laptop back on my lap or tummy. I posted information on this blogsite normally through my personal laptop where I was on a sofa, in bed or reading books... As of now and the past few months, I've been using everyone else's computer and been sitting on their chair.

I cannot wait for my laptop... I truly miss my lifestyle with a laptop in it.

Saturday, October 01, 2005 

My Weird Names

I was clueless as what this would turn out. As I read the outcome, some didn't turn out great but others, I went 'heh'. Banana Bailey's, Fruit Chew Spider and the name of my rock band.

Tammy Lynn Murphy's Aliases

Your movie star name: Pretzels Clarence

Your fashion designer name is Tammy Venice

Your socialite name is Turkey New York

Your fly girl / guy name is T Mur

Your detective name is Dog Robarts

Your barfly name is Banana Bailey's

Your soap opera name is Lynn Whitebread

Your rock star name is Fruit Chew Spider

Your star wars name is Tamtan Murtop

Your punk rock band name is The Energetic Empty Gum Packet

Tuesday, September 27, 2005 

Testing this template...

I'm testing this template... to see if I really like it before I use it for my other blog, proudpetite.

Sometimes I like to leave it original -- the way it was set up... but this template is so nicee it convinces me to give my proudpetite blogsite a makeover :)

Sunday, August 28, 2005 

Quite a Perspective

Katrina Damage (from CNN gallery)
This picture is found in the Katrina Damage gallery on CNN.

Despite the tragedy, I just love this picture. The spoon on the right corner, the clock on the wall, and the rest so still while the roof was just poofed! and the view of the darkening clouds from the indoor.

(Jeffy & XfF, the spoon and the clock are still hanging on the wall. How they remain there may be the same way how the tarp remain outside. If you wonder what I'm talking about, click here and read the comments after viewing the pictures.)

Saturday, August 27, 2005 

Twisted Tower

twisted tower in malmo, sweden
The 190-metre high, 54-floor Turning Torso
apartment tower in Malmo, Sweden
Sweden's Twisting Tower

Isn't that cool? At the high level, it looks like the windows are not vertical but about at the angle of 60 degree, more or less. Or are my eyes being tricked?

Friday, August 26, 2005 

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