"Ah, there is nothing quite like a weekend at a spa!"

"Yes, the seaweed facials, the hot rocks massages, the tension relieving aromas and the food."

"Who would ever think that food could taste so divine, so clean and so rejuvenating?"

"What I love is this organic face cream. It is on my shopping list of things to buy before we check out."

"How in the world did it get to be the end of May? We are nearly to the half year mark of 2010."

"I know! It is beyond my scope of understanding. Some days fly by, while others just slog on like molasses trying to pass through a pipe."

"The scary thing for me comes when I feel as though I wasted precious days, hours, weeks and months."

"I know what you mean. It's like time has been flushed down Toto toilets.

My heart sings a melodious refrain. I gaze outside and smile at the soft and tender breeze rustling through the vibrant leafy green.

Life is good.

Perhaps it could be better.

But who am I to price tag or judge the life to which I've been gifted.

Only an ungracious and ungrateful slouch could be unappreciative of all that God has provided.

Even the face that was assigned to me, it's good, yes indeed.

Even the wrinkles, for they are a roadmap to the smiles I've known.

Lord, help me to keep my face, pretty and smooth...organic face cream.

I have a couple bottles. Wrapped in promise, wrapped in the hope of the svelte.

Sometimes I feel so inclined to jump on the bandwagon and pop a couple of the magic purple pills.

They seem to give me energy and sustain me through the activities of the day.

The best part is they keep that hungry beast, that rages his violent hungry rage at bay. My hunger is curbed, at least temporarily.

A new day dawns and the decision is mine. Do I or don't I pop a few more diet pills?

"Knew a girl one time. Pretty, pretty, pretty. Great personality, fun loving, great style and pizzazz, worked out every day, very attractive except one thing."

"What was that?"

"Poor thing. She had the worst case of acne."

"Sounds like she would have been a perfect candidate for acnepril."

"Acnepril? I've never heard of it."

"Request quotes," dad said. "It is always smart to collect three different quotes. But here is the tricky part... it is not always so easy to compare quotes because you don't always know that you are comparing apples to apples and oranges to oranges. A higher quote might provide far greater value and a superior product. A low ball quote might be very bare bones and inferior."

"So then perhaps we should go line by line in the life insurance quotes comparison to assess the best quote for our needs."

"Absolutely!"

"Ok, where is that box cutter," the exasperation thick in my words.

"Let me go get it. I know exactly where it is."

And swoosh my assistant was gone to retrive the box cutter.

We had cases of product to open,to prepare for a job for 2000 and we didn't have a minute to waste... not one single minute I thought as I tapped my fingers on the stainless steel counter.

"Why in the world would I ever need whole life insurance?" I said to the sales rep. "It's not like I have anyone to leave something to if I were to die."

"Yes, but you never know when your life circumstances might change. Who knows, maybe you'll meet someone, fall in love and get married."

"From your lips to God's ears! Well, if that should happen, I will certainly reconsider."

"If peeling and chopping the onions make you cry, try these." The chef said as she handed the young assistant a pair of goggles.

"Hmmm, safety glasses, heh?"

"Call them what you will, but they often help keep the tears out of the food."

A mountain of Vidalia onions lined the stainless steel preparation table.

"There sure are alot of onions here. You want me to hand chop all of them?"

"Yes, with or without the eyewear."