| ********TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN*********** |
Jun 28, 2008 9:37 am
1207 Views |  | You can have him back.......he's all yours
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"the feeling of being O.K.
does not
imply that one has risen above
all his faults & emotional problems.
it merely implies that he/she
refuses
to be paralyzed by them."
I'm not a victim....i just loved................. |
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| ********A Strong Woman vs A Woman of Strength******** |
Jun 15, 2008 9:06 am
1109 Views |  | Strong Women vs. Women of Strength
A strong woman works out everyday to keep her body in shape
A woman of strength builds relationships to keep her soul in shape
A strong woman is not afraid of anything
A woman of strength shows courage in the midst of fear
A strong woman would not let anyone get the best of her
A woman of strength gives the best of herself to everyone
A strong woman makes mistakes and avoids the same in the future
A woman of strength realizes life’s mistakes can also be unexpected blessings and capitalizes on them
A strong woman wears a look of confidence on her face
A woman of strength wears grace
A strong woman has faith that she is strong enough for the journey
A woman of strength has faith that it is in the journey that she will become strong
“There is nothing more attractive in a person then one who is chasing their dreams. At the same time there is nothing more disheartening to see one lose sight of their inner self in their journey.” |
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| ********FAIRY TALE FOR WOMEN OF THE 21ST CENTURY********* |
Jun 13, 2008 9:57 pm
946 Views |  | Once upon a time,
in a land far far away, a beautiful, independent,
self-assured princess happened upon a frog as she sat,
contemplating ecological issues on the shores of an unpolluted pond
in a verdant meadow near her castle.
The frog hopped into the princess' lap
and said: Elegant Lady, I was once a handsome prince,
until an evil witch cast a spell upon me.
One kiss from you, however, and i will turn back
into the dapper, young prince that I am
and then, my sweet, we can marry
and setup housekeeping in your castle
with my mother, where you can prepare my meals,
clean my clothes, bear my children,
and forever
feel grateful and happy doing so.
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.........That night, as the princess dined
sumptuously on a meal of lightly sauteed frog legs
seasoned in a white wine and onion cream sauce,
she chuckled and thought to herself.......
I DON'T FREAKING THINK SO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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| ********I'M JUST A LOSER*********** |
Jun 8, 2008 8:44 pm
2091 Views |  | hmmmmmmmmm..........a short disclaimer....i've felt awful lately....can't explain why....just something gnawing at me...so excuse the ramblings. This is nymphy..raw and emotional and not making any sense at all.
my life has changed so much over the past year...i've changed..a lot ...mostly my ex 2 blam for that..who sort of started this all...made me take a step back and look at myself....i had been miserable for so long...and then he came along and made me feel again....but you know i can be quite naive at times and sometimes i ask myself did he really love me..or was he after what most guys..well all guys ...are after.....i loved him....i thought he loved me....marriage was big on our minds...but it didn't work out....and for the longest time i refused to let go....he was it for me......but eventually i was able to...IFF was a big part of that....i came here looking for something as i think most people here are...and i found it....
...met some really great people, made some incredible friends....and i wish to god i could hug all of you....found love again....and me being the nymph i am not just once......which makes me ask...do i fall 2 easily..do i give my heart away to quickly?.....is it love? have i ever been in love? how do u know for sure....or do u never know for sure until it really happens....and the big big question.....am i afraid of it...cause i seem to always pick the wrong guy to fall in love with.....maybe i'm a glutton for pain....why do i need to be needed by someone so badly....to be needed i guess is a basic human need ....is it not?....
....it's been a rough week...changes at work...changes at home....personal life not all it can be.....sometimes i wish i could stop everything just long enough to make sense of it all.....or even better....wouldn't it be great if you could go to the store and walk the aisles and pick the life you want...take it up to the counter...pay for it...have it gift wrapped with a nice little bow even....k..so that sounds a bit childish....i know...i've been accused of that many times.....but what's wrong with that..being an adult can really suck sometimes....
sometimes when i'm lying in bed at night....i stare up at the ceiling and can't fight the overwhelming feeling of being alone....it's like i can almost reach out and grab it....the feeling is so strong....and i feel like a complete waste of space....my fault entirely i know....cause that's not true.....i have so much to offer.....i have a wonderful son....great parents and brothers and sisters.....but me being the selfish person i am....that's not enough.....i want an intimate partner...someone i can share everything with.....something messy and real and forever......
hmmmm.....well..not the direction i wanted this to go....but there it is all the same....i wish i had more answers than questions...i wish i had the guts to tell the people in my life what i'm really thinking.....instead of blogging it to mostly strangers......i wish i knew what i wanted....i wish ...i wish....i wish.....i wish i wasnt such a loser..... |
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| **************THIS IS FOR MOTHERS***************** |
May 6, 2008 9:53 pm
1345 Views | THIS IS FOR MOTHERS
This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, 'It's okay honey, Mommy's here.'
Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.
This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.
And for all the mothers who froze ! their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars. And that when their kids asked, 'Did you see me, Mom?' they could say, 'Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world,' and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand)mothers who
wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.
For all the mothers who read 'Goodnight, Moon' twice a night for a year. And then read it again, 'Just one more time.'
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls 'Mom?' in a crowd, even though they know their
own offspring are at home -- or even away at college -- or have their own families.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only
to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away.
This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them. For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.
For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting. For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.
What makes a good mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?
Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache she feels when she watches her son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone
for the very first time?
The jolt that takes her from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put her hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when she just wants to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in her home?
Or the need to flee from wherever she is and hug her child when she hears news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation... And for mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all the mothers that have blessed this earth.
They certainly are “The Soul Of Life”.
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| **********DISORDER IN AMERICAN COURT************** |
Apr 26, 2008 8:20 pm
1142 Views |  | 
ATTORNEY: Are you sexually active?
WITNESS: No, I just lie there.
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ATTORNEY: What gear were you in at the moment of the impact?
WITNESS: Gucci sweats and Reeboks.
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ATTORNEY: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: And in what ways does it affect your memory?
WITNESS: I forget.
ATTORNEY: You forget? Can you give us an example of something you forgot?
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ATTORNEY: What was the first thing your husband said to you that morning?
WITNESS: He said, 'Where am I, Cathy?'
ATTORNEY: And why did that upset you?
WITNESS: My name is Susan!
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ATTORNEY: Do you know if your daughter has ever been involved in voodoo?
WITNESS: We both do.
ATTORNEY: Voodoo?
WITNESS: We do.
ATTORNEY: You do?
WITNESS: Yes, voodoo.
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ATTORNEY: Now doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn't know about it until the next morning?
WITNESS: Did you actually pass the bar exam?
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ATTORNEY: The youngest son, the twenty-year- old, how old is he?
WITNESS: Uh, he's twenty-one.
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ATTORNEY: Were you present when your picture was taken?
WITNESS: Are you shittin' me?
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ATTORNEY: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: And what were you doing at that time?
WITNESS: Uh.... I was gettin' laid!
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ATTORNEY: She had three children, right?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: How many were boys?
WITNESS: None.
ATTORNEY: Were there any girls?
WITNESS: Are you shittin' me? Your Honor, I think I need a different attorney. Can I get a new attorney?
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ATTORNEY: How was your first marriage terminated?
WITNESS: By death.
ATTORNEY: And by whose death was it terminated?
WITNESS: Now whose death do you suppose terminated it?
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ATTORNEY: Can you describe the individual?
WITNESS: He was about medium height and had a beard.
ATTORNEY: Was this a male or a female?
WITNESS: Guess.
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ATTORNEY: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice which I sent to your attorney?
WITNESS: No, this is how I dress when I go to work.
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ATTORNEY: Doctor, how many of your autopsies have you performed on dead people?
WITNESS: All my autopsies are performed on dead people. Would you like to rephrase that?
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ATTORNEY: ALL your responses MUST be oral, OK? What school did you go to?
WITNESS: Oral.
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ATTORNEY: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?
WITNESS: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.
ATTORNEY: And Mr. Denton was dead at the time?
WITNESS: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an autopsy on him!
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ATTORNEY: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?
WITNESS: Huh....are you qualified to ask that question?
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And the best for last:
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ATTORNEY: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: Did you check for blood pressure?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: Did you check for breathing?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: How can you be so sure, Doctor?
WITNESS: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.
ATTORNEY: I see, but could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless?
WITNESS: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law.
Stupid people have all the fun.... |
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| ***Life is a Roller Coaster****** |
Apr 24, 2008 2:53 pm
Mood: sad, 1303 Views | i love roller coasters.....they're fast and frightening....incredibly thrilling and they make u feel alive.....
.....i've heard that phrase more times than i can count....life is a roller coaster....ur up one minute the next your down.....
....today i'm down, crushed, hurting, confused, abondend, and so many adjectives more.....
....i'm sure if i take a step back and look..i will see that it's mostly my fault... my fault for falling in love with him in the first place...
There are so many reasons why it was wrong to begin with...but when ur in love u don't care...
i didn't care..i still don't...i'm still in love..
..and my heart is hurting...sitting here in my office..my staff finally gone for the day...thank god...cause i've been trying to not cry all day..but nothing to stop me now... 
i'm reminded of another saying.."this too shall pass"....at this point i'd like to meet the person who ever said that and shove those words right up his A**! | |
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| ***********TO EACH HIS OWN***************** |
Apr 20, 2008 8:53 am
1536 Views |  | TO EACH HIS OWN
I cannot change the way I am,
I never really try,
God made me different and unique,
I never ask him why.
If I appear peculiar,
There's nothing I can do,
You must accept me as I am,
As I've accepted you.
God made a casting of each life,
Then threw the mold away,
Each child is different from the rest,
Unlike as night from day.
So often we will criticize,
The things that others do,
But, do you know, they do not think,
The same as me and you.
So God in all his wisdom,
Who knows us all by name,
He didn't want us to be bored,
That's why we're not the same
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| ******I HURT MYSELF TODAY********** |
Mar 9, 2008 7:55 pm
1701 Views |  | I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of shit
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
a great song by Nine Inch Nails.........
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"you are someone else
I am still right here"
.. its the horrible feeling of when someone grows away from you, but you're left standing and staring at all the broken pieces...
...There's a lot to this song...it's very deep and raw emotionally...it speaks mounds of truth and pain...something everyone can relate to at some point in their life......We all have regret, we all have pain,...sometimes we forget that, and think we are alone...but we aren't... |
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| *******Drifting************* |
Mar 9, 2008 3:14 pm
1370 Views |  | Drifting
by Kit McCallum
I sometimes find I'm drifting
Through this life without effect;
I often wonder if I'm truly
Worth what I've been blessed.
I search through days that have been hard,
To try to understand,
The many trials that I have known,
The life that I have had.
You see me in my daily grind,
So confident and strong;
Yet when I am alone, I question
Just where I belong.
I often try too hard I find,
To analyze and guess,
To scrutinize, investigate
My life I will confess.
For somewhere deeper, there must be
Some meaning to this life,
Some way to make a difference,
Give a reason for this strife.
Is there some hidden meaning?
Some agenda to be found?
A greater purpose waiting
If I care to hang around?
It teases and it taunts me,
Always slightly out of sight;
A hazy vision out of reach,
Where darkness hides the light.
I struggle to bring clarity
To what awaits me there,
And yet this weak illusion
Always fades before my stare.
It seems the harder that I try,
To focus through the haze,
Just serves to add more questions,
Through my endless, tired gaze.
Perhaps I'm trying just too hard,
To understand it all,
For can we ever truly know
Just what we have in store?
Each incident, each moment passed,
Just adds upon the next,
But in the end, will I find truth ...
Or will I be perplexed?
Perhaps I make it harder
Than it has to be sometimes,
But will my searching bring to me
My meaning over time?
Or will it leave me broken,
And confused as I feel now,
While questions bring no solitude,
To this, my wrinkled brow. |
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