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just because you think you can't dance ... doesn't mean you shouldn't
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SNIPPETS schedule change
change happens
when it needs to
Beginning January 2013 SNIPPETS will be published every other week. In between issues, you will receive a pondering quote for the week. Know that you can access 2 FULL YEARS of SNIPPETS on its website anytime you need a Friday morning snip-me-up (or on any other day for that matter!)
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snippeteer backtalk
"You've earned a break from the weekly writing of SNIPPETS! I'm looking forward to the quotes. Happy Holidays." ~ Diane H, MD(original snippeteer) "Suzanne, love this column. You are ... courage and compassion! Thanks for always showing up in my Friday inbox." ~ Linda B, MD "About your Reflection Section: homeless people on the street ... I have always, and will always, give what I can to anyone on the streets that are in need. Yes, I may wonder if they will use the money I give them to buy food or drugs. I also know that that person could be a brother, sister, son, or friend and it doesn't matter ... I refuse to sit in judgment. When I saw that news report about the 25-year-old New York City police officer buying a homeless man a pair of warm socks and shoes, I could do nothing but cry. Thank God there are still human beings out there with hearts. God Bless him." ~ Suzanne C
"I understand your giving to people on the street, although you approached them, which is admirable. I have been approached several times with a story, and found that it was best to give money than to walk away wondering if I turned my back on a person in need. The $5 or $10 fortunately did not make a difference in my life, but made one in theirs for the moment.
Every other week SNIPPETS - fine with me - appreciate all of your inspiring stories these past years. Thank you and God Bless you and yours."
~ Lucille
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welcome new snippeteer
KAREN in MD
Email your snippetful thoughts and reactions to Suzanne here. Specify if you prefer NOT to have your comment published in the next issue. Include your town & state. Photos welcome.
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prayer flares 
FOR Amanda in NY experiencing a swollen hand and foot; and for docs to figure out the problem and solution
FOR Sharon P in MD with a 24/7 headache and soon an answer to be found
FOR Jeanine in MD with breast cancer so that it may be cured; and for her during the treatments
FOR strength for Betty (MD)
FOR Heather in MD, age 26, on drugs and working as a stripper
FOR guidance for "S" at age 20, trying to find herself, stopped college, angry over her dad's death, and not sure what she wants to do with her life.
FOR DeAwna in IL, undergoing surgery for cancer December 13, and for her and hubby's bleak financial situation.
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a giggle
the real differences between
men & women
- To be happy with a man you must understand him a lot and love him a little ... to be happy with a woman you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all
- There are two times in a man's life when he doesn't understand a woman: before marriage and after marriage
- Any married man should forget his mistakes ... there's no sense in two people remembering the same thing
- Men wake up as good looking as they went to bed ... women somehow deteriorate during the night
- A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't ... a man marries a woman expecting she won't change, and she does
- A woman has the last word in any argument ... anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument
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reflection section
can't complain ... but do we?
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Every Tuesday morning, a 4-year-old cutie named Athena walks into my office at Cool Kids Campaign and blows out my candle. I light it again and she blows it out again. Sometimes even a third time. She likes blowing out the candle - it makes her feel giddy. After all, it's the small pleasures in life which can make us feel giddy, right?
Athena has cancer. Her mom, April, is a soft soul. She arrives with her usual smile and a hug and doesn't complain. When I saw her last, I asked 'how are you doing' and she answered, "Oh, I can't complain."
This is from a mom of a little girl with cancer! Actually, April probably COULD complain ... wouldn't she have EVERY right to? She could have launched into a full tirade of complaints about how life is unfair, about how she has to watch her baby suffer thru chemo, sometimes feel sick, and how she has to strive to keep Athena germ-free and her family life as normal as possible through the journey. But I have never heard her utter any of that. April maintains an upbeat disposition even while she must feel scared about her baby's disease.
Come to think of it, Athena could be whining as well. Nope. She waltzes into the Cool Kids' office to attend a Mommy & Me session, blows out the candle, and sits on the playmat with the teacher and the other toddlers and merely has F-U-N.
(And did you read her T-shirt? "The sun is always shining when I'm with you.")
People like April & Athena inspire me to watch my mouth in the Complaint Department.
While most of us SHOULDN'T complain, we choose to do so anyway, and for LOTS more petty issues than something like childhood cancer: oh wah we're stuck in traffic ... oh wah what an irritating coworker ... oh wah I have nothing to wear ... oh wah there's so much to do at Christmas ... oh wah the ice tea at the restaurant wasn't sweet enough ... oh wah I hate doing laundry ... our wah-wah-wah list is long.
If we just heard ourselves like others do ... wow. Why do we choose complaining over happy thoughts?
We can't complain ... so why are we?
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judgmental judy
in the case of THE UNWANTED CHRISTMAS LETTER
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Order in the court. All rise!
Beebop on out to the mailbox one day in December, says Judgmental Judy, and you'll find it. Wait for it ... wait for it ... wait for it ... aha! And there it sits amidst all the catalogs and junk mail - THE CHRISTMAS LETTER - in all of its red, green and glittery splendor.
You know the one - sent annually by those out-of-town families who you have met maybe twice in your lifetime - some former coworker of your husband's from 25 years ago, or an old neighbor from three addresses back who you haven't spoken to in decades, yet insist on keeping you on their 'Christmas Card List' so you may be treated to THE CHRISTMAS LETTER. (Even if you don't care if one of them had a urinary tract infection in March or their kid won the Annual Spelling Bee in June).
They drone on and on to describe the "Entire Year In Review," painstakingly month by month, from how many soccer goals their precious Junior scored ... to how many napkins they've consumed since last Christmas. Yes, they enlighten us about the phenomenal 2-week trip they took to Walmart ... and end THE CHRISTMAS LETTER with the final BIG BIG news about the craft business that THE MRS. has started - creating wall decor out of toilet seats.
Ahhh ... THE CHRISTMAS LETTER ... usually typed - IN CAPS - single-spaced, double-sided, printed on geeky paper and including a photo collage of every monumental event, day trip and holiday, and in a size 7 font so so so tiny, that even if you WANTED to read the letter, you would need a magnifying glass on top of your readers on top of your contact lenses to see the words.
[And yet we wonder ... isn't it quite pointless to write THE CHRISTMAS LETTER when we've already read all these meaningless tweets and posts on Facebook, Twitter and Linked In? Because Super Mom of this family FOUND you, friended you, and linked with you on every social media form out there.]
Judgmental Judy bangs her gavel on keeping her on THE CHRISTMAS LETTER mailing list when she hardly knows you. And if you insist anyway on mailing the bulky 2-stamp envelope ... would you instead consider a CHRISTMAS PARAGRAPH?
Guilty! Case closed.
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