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Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Celebrate!
Join women around the World to celebrate 100 years of International Women's Day.
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Monday, July 26, 2010
who's afraid to fail?
At the age of seven, a young boy and his family were forced out of their home. The boy had to work to support his family. At the age of nine, his mother passed away. When he grew up, the young man was keen to go to law school, but had no prior formal education.
At 22, he lost his job as a store clerk. At 23, he ran for state legislature and lost. That same year he went into business.
It failed, leaving him with a debt that took him 17 years to repay.
At 27, he had a nervous breakdown.
Two years later, he ran for speaker in his state legislature. He lost.
At 31, he was defeated in his attempt to become an elector.
By 35, he had been defeated twice while running for Congress.
Finally, he did manage to secure a brief term in Congress, but at 39 he lost his re-election bid.
At 41, his four-year-old son died. At 42, he was rejected as a prospective land officer.
At 45, he ran for the Senate and lost. Two years later, he lost the vice presidential nomination. At 49, he ran for Senate and lost again.
At 51, he was elected the President of the United States of America.
Thus was the life of Abraham Lincoln.
Excerpted from the Executive Report.
At 22, he lost his job as a store clerk. At 23, he ran for state legislature and lost. That same year he went into business.
It failed, leaving him with a debt that took him 17 years to repay.
At 27, he had a nervous breakdown.
Two years later, he ran for speaker in his state legislature. He lost.
At 31, he was defeated in his attempt to become an elector.
By 35, he had been defeated twice while running for Congress.
Finally, he did manage to secure a brief term in Congress, but at 39 he lost his re-election bid.
At 41, his four-year-old son died. At 42, he was rejected as a prospective land officer.
At 45, he ran for the Senate and lost. Two years later, he lost the vice presidential nomination. At 49, he ran for Senate and lost again.
At 51, he was elected the President of the United States of America.
Thus was the life of Abraham Lincoln.
Excerpted from the Executive Report.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
I miss the good old days!
Happy 2010 blogpeeps!
I miss the good old days!
does anyone remember the good old days? of rants and raves and thought provoking post, of virtual friendships that seemed real, of shamelessly falling in love with blogpersonas, of sisterhood bonds that inspired, stimulated and raised our collective consciousness.
anyone remember my girls, Belle, Zephi, shola pacheco, soupasexy, anyaposh, smarragad, ms. emotions, princessa, isi, allied, nikkisab, the afrobeat, paradigm, honeywell, miss pumping, omosewa, oluwadee,guerienenaija, ndq, xena, darkelce, nyemoni and afroliciuos? (did i miss anyone?)
i know 30+, 36,fq and solo are still blogging and pinksatin makes sporadic postings here and there. all am saying is, the state of the sisterhood has changed. what did u say? i have changed? of course! don't be ridiculous! am older, not any wiser and more opinionated than ever!
even the brodas are not blogging like before! Naapali just hopped and left, no sighting of bro nimmo, carl is on a cruise, charizard hitched his wag with burracup, rumor is swirling that jinta skipped town with some chick..., laspapi? he's sorta blogging i think! like i said the landscape of blogville has changed.
goodnaijagirl, did u think i forgot about u? never babe! big ups for holding down blogeria. u are so lovable!
greetings to all u newbies, and not so newbies,
Bellebellebelle, where fore art thou? still missing u babe!
mizopekemizopekemizopeke please come back oh. luv ya!
Jinta Jinta Jinta please come back, i miss u!luv ya!
Monday, December 14, 2009
THINKING OF YOU ALL DURING THIS SEASON
Sometimes we just need to be reminded!
A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20.00 bill.
In the room of 200, he asked,
'Who would like this $20 bill?' Hands started going
up. He said, 'I am
going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this. He
proceeded to crumple up the $20 dollar bill. He then asked,
'Who still wants it?' Still the hands were up in the air. Well, he
replied, 'What if I do this?' And he dropped it on the ground and
started to grind it into the floor with his shoe.
He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty.
Now, who still wants it?'Still the hands went into the air.
My friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson.
No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because
it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20.
Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and
ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the
circumstances that come our way.
We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has
happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value.
Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless
to those who DO LOVE you.
The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or who we know,
but by WHO WE ARE and WHOSE WE ARE. You are special
Don't EVER forget it.
A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20.00 bill.
In the room of 200, he asked,
'Who would like this $20 bill?' Hands started going
up. He said, 'I am
going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this. He
proceeded to crumple up the $20 dollar bill. He then asked,
'Who still wants it?' Still the hands were up in the air. Well, he
replied, 'What if I do this?' And he dropped it on the ground and
started to grind it into the floor with his shoe.
He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty.
Now, who still wants it?'Still the hands went into the air.
My friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson.
No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because
it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20.
Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and
ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the
circumstances that come our way.
We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has
happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value.
Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless
to those who DO LOVE you.
The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or who we know,
but by WHO WE ARE and WHOSE WE ARE. You are special
Don't EVER forget it.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Have u seen it?
my blogmojo that is!
how una dey my blogpeeps?
i sure hope you're all doing fantabulous.
the foto? is a friend's wedding cake topper. do i need to mention she's not nigerian? lol!
just visualize the expression on a nigerian parents's face as they see the cake topper for the first time at the wedding! specifically the mother! priceless?
GNG, sweetie! happy belated bday to you and your mom. (any cake left?)
LG, Happy bday! how bodi? i still love u jare!
Laspapi, Happy bday dude!
Happy bday to all you July babies.
Miz opeke, abeg sweetie come back o, love u lotsssssssssssssss.
what's new in blogville?
off to make the rounds............
Friday, April 24, 2009
The best living will ever!
I, (your name here), being of sound mind and body, do not wish to be kept alive indefinitely by artificial means.
Under no circumstances should my fate be put in the hands of pinhead politicians who couldn't pass 7th grade biology if their lives depended on it, nor lawyers and/or doctors interested in simply running up my bills.
If a reasonable amount of time passes and I fail to ask for at least one of the following:
Glass of wine
Chocolate
Margarita
Martini
Cold Beer
Chocolate
Chicken fried steak
Cream gravy
Mexican food
Chocolate
French fries
Chocolate
Pizza
Sex
Ice cream
Cup of tea
Chocolate
Chocolate
Chocolate
It should be presumed I won't ever get better. When such determination is reached, I hereby instruct my appointed person and any attending physicians to pull the plug, reel in the tubes, let the "fat lady sing, and call it a day!
Have a drink. It's 5 o'clock SOMEWHERE!
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