God knew what he was doing when he made Mothers. Mine died in 99 at the age of 81, next month is her birthday and I never think about her without smiling. My Mom was not you ordinary Stay at home Mom, that baked cookies and waxed floors. She worked all her life and raise hell the whole way and enjoyed every minute of it. When she found out she had cancer, her response was "Well, I am ready to go, I have had a GOOD life!"

Someone here has in their siggy about living life hard and going to the grave, slidding in, in a wore out body?? Know that one I'm talking about?.. Sounds just like my Mom's attitude about life.