For those of you who are interested in Joe Barrett’s research into the ice boom and the effects it has had on our lakes and rivers, here are links to Joe Barrett’s letters to Ferc.

http://elibrary.ferc.gov/idmws/common/opennat.asp?fileID=11283863

http://elibrary.ferc.gov/idmws/common/opennat.asp?fileID=11284474

http://elibrary.ferc.gov/idmws/common/opennat.asp?fileID=11283579

You can e-mail Joe at email = jbbiceboom@yahoo.com

Kathy Skipper’s Book is finally here! A Rose Is God’s Autograph is a must read that shows you how your faith can grow in the grieving process. The story of her son little Mark Skipper is filled with beauty, grace and love.

Some people are blessed with very long lives. Some babies die before they can take a breath in this world. Still others have a life that is cut very short like Mark. This book reaffirmed to me that life can have profound meaning no matter how short if we open our eyes and hearts to the love of God.

Please attend her book signing at Life Resources located on Niagara Falls Blvd. on April 7 at 1 PM.

I would love your feedback.

Want to shave your head for a great cause… See if you have what it takes to support these courageous kids!!! Please attend this event at the GameZone in North Tonawanda on March 25, 2007 from 4-7 PM. Hope to see you there!!!

Thank you to everyone that blesses my life with these wonderful messages.
It is such a pleasure to be able to share them with you.

The Daffodil Principle

Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, “Mother, you must
come to see the daffodils before they are over.” I wanted to go, but it
was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead “I will come next
Tuesday”, I promised a little reluctantly on her third call.

Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and
reluctantly I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn’s house I
was welcomed by the joyful sounds of happy children. I delightedly
hugged and greeted my grandchildren.

“Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in these clouds
and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these
children that I want to see badly enough to drive another inch!”

My daughter smiled calmly and said, “We drive in this all the time,
Mother.” “Well, you won’t get me back on the road until it clears, and
then I’m heading for home!” I assured her.

“But first we’re going to see the daffodils. It’s just a few blocks,”
Carolyn said. “I’ll drive. I’m used to this.”

“Carolyn,” I said sternly, “please turn around.” “It’s all right,
Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this
experience.”

After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I
saw a small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand
lettered sign with an arrow that read, “Daffodil Garden.” We got out
of the car, each took a child’s hand, and I followed Carolyn down the
path. Then, as we turned a corner, I looked up and gasped. Before me
lay the most glorious sight.

It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured
it over the mountain peak and its surrounding slopes. The flowers were
planted in majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swaths of
deep orange, creamy white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, and saffron and
butter yellow. Each different-colored variety was planted in large
groups so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own
unique hue. There were five acres of flowers.

“Who did this?” I asked Carolyn. “Just one woman,” Carolyn answered.
“She lives on the property. That’s her home.” Carolyn pointed to a
well-kept A-frame house, small and modestly sitting in the midst of all
that glory. We walked up to the house.

On the patio, we saw a poster. “Answers to the Questions I Know You
Are Asking”, was the headline. The first answer was a simple one.
“50,000 bulbs,” it read. The second answer was, “One at a time, by one
woman. Two hands, two feet, and one brain.” The third answer was,
“Began in 1958.”

For me, that moment was a life-changing experience. I thought of this
woman whom I had never met, who, more than forty years before, had
begun, one bulb at a time, to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an
obscure mountaintop. Planting one bulb at a time, year after year, this
unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. One day
at a time, she had created something of extraordinary magnificence,
beauty, and inspiration. The principle her daffodil garden taught is
one of the
greatest principles of celebration.

That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a
time–often just one baby-step at time–and learning to love the doing,
learning to use the accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny pieces
of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can
accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world …

“It makes me sad in a way,” I admitted to Carolyn. “What might I have
accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five or forty
years ago and had worked away at it ‘one bulb at a time’ through all
those years? Just think what I might have been able to achieve!”

My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way.
“Start tomorrow,” she said.

She was right. It’s so pointless to think of the lost hours of
yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson of celebration instead of
a cause for regret is to only ask, “How can I put this to use today?”

Use the Daffodil Principle. Stop waiting…..

Until your car or home is paid off
Until you get a new car or home
Until your kids leave the house
Until you go back to school
Until you finish school
Until you clean the house
Until you organize the garage
Until you clean off your desk
Until you lose 10 lbs.
Until you gain 10 lbs.
Until you get married
Until you get a divorce
Until you have kids
Until the kids go to school
Until you retire
Until summer
Until spring
Until winter
Until fall
Until you die…

There is no better time than right now to be happy.

Happiness is a journey, not a destination.
So work like you don’t need money.
Love like you’ve never been hurt, and, Dance like no one’s watching.

If you want to brighten someone’s day, pass this on to someone
special.

I just did!

Wishing you a beautiful, daffodil day!

Don’t be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never
begin.

~anonymous

Excerpts from a Dog’s diary

8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm – Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm – Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat’s daily diary

Day 683 of my captivity:
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed
hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations
perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my
strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt
to disgust them, I once again vomit on the floor.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.
I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly
demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made
condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am.
The audacity!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed
in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear
the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due
to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use
it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my
tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this
again tomorrow – but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to
be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded!
The bird has to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the
guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have
arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe… for now.

I forgot to mention this on the show today. This will be a great event!!!!

Bing’s Restaurant and
Joseph P. Lang Memorial Foundation
“ Putting Kids First”

Presents

The First Annual St. Josephs Table

All proceeds to benefit the

Eggertsville Youth and Community Center

Sunday March 11, 2007

3:00 pm and 6:30 pm

Independent Health Youth & Community Center

5005 Sheridan Drive, Amherst New York 14221

$20 per person, prepaid tickets only

Includes:
Lentil Soup
Frittata
Fried Smelts
Caesar Salad
Sorbet
Pasta Consardi
Baked Fish and Sautéed Greens
Homemade Italian Desserts and Coffee
Saint Josephs Bread
Wine available for purchase during dinner

For more information, call 633-6773

Make Checks payable to: Amherst Youth Foundation

Your entire donation is tax deductible

As Joe would say

“You got that money you owe me? Why don’t you buy a couple tickets?
And give the kid a break”