For out of much affliction and anguish of heart I wrote to you with many tears; not so that you would be made sorrowful, but that you might know the love which I have especially for you.
Oldfemales, thanks hun for this, i loved it so i am adding it to my blog for all to enjoy, hope u don't mind.
A note to the guys, it's the little things that count,.... what i would give to have someone who adored ...the way i bite my bottom lip all the time, the way i giggle when i'm nervous or happy or have nothing to say(all the time really), that my favorite snuggling spot is burying my face in his neck and breathing him in, that i'm stubborn(he pretends to hate it, but really he loves it),.......love is not found in diamonds and gold but in the small and seemingly insignigicant moments that make up a day,... a week,.....a month,.... a lifetime.....
1. They will always smell good even if its just shampoo
2. The way their heads always find the right spot on our shoulder
3. How cute they look when they sleep
4. The ease in which they fit into our arms
5. The way they kiss you and all of a sudden everything is right in the world
6. How cute they are when they eat
7. The way they take hours to get dressed but in the end it makes it all worth while
8. Because they are always warm even when its minus 30 outside
9. The way they look good no matter what they wear
10. The way they fish for compliments even though you both know that you think she's the most beautiful thing on this earth
11. How cute they are when they argue
12. The way her hand always finds yours
13. The way they smile
14. The way you feel when you see their name on the call ID after you just had a big fight
15. The way she says "lets not fight anymore" even though you know that an hour later....
16. The way they kiss when you do something nice for them
17. The way they kiss you when you say "I love you"
18. Actually ... just the way they kiss you...
19. The way they fall into your arms when they cry
20. Then the way they apologize for crying over something that silly
21. The way they hit you and expect it to hurt
22. Then the way they apologize when it does hurt. (even though we don't admit it)!
23. The way they say "I miss you"
24 The way you miss them
25.The way their tears make you want to change the world so that it doesn't hurt her anymore.... Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know that you would die without them ... it matters not. Because once in your life, whatever they were to the world they become everything to you. When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without trace of a sound, you know that your own life is inevitable consumed within the rhythmic beatings of her very heart.
WOW.......
We love them for a million reasons, No paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind but of the heart. A feeling. Only felt.
Please don't take offense people, learn to laugh at urself, i laugh at meself everyday,
On a beautiful deserted island in the middle of nowhere, the following people are stranded:
2 Italian men and 1 Italian woman 2 French men and 1 French woman 2 German men and 1 German woman 2 Greek men and 1 Greek woman 2 English men and 1 English woman 2 Polish men and 1 Polish woman 2 Japanese men and 1 Japanese woman 2 American men and 1 American woman 2 Australian men and 1 Australian woman 2 New Zealand men and 1 New Zealand woman 2 Irish men and 1 Irish woman
One month later the following things have occurred:
One Italian man killed the other Italian man for the Italian woman.
The two Greek men are sleeping with each other and the Greek woman is cleaning and cooking for them.
The two French men and the French woman are living happily together having loads of sex.
The two German men have a strict weekly schedule of alternating visits with the German woman. The two English men are waiting for someone to introduce them to each other and to the English woman.
The Polish men took a long look at the endless ocean and one look at the Polish woman and they started swimming.
The two Japanese have faxed Tokyo and are awaiting instructions.
The two Irish men divided the island into North and South and set up a distillery. They do not remember if sex is in the picture because it gets somewhat foggy after a few litres of coconut whiskey. However, they're perfectly satisfied because the English aren't having any fun.
The two American men are contemplating suicide, because the American woman will not shut up and complains relentlessly about her body, the true nature of feminism, what the sun is doing to her skin, how she can do anything they can do, the necessity of fulfilment, the equal division of household chores, how sand and palm trees make her look fat, how her last boyfriend respected her opinion and treated her nicer than they do, and how her relationship with her mother is the root cause of all her problems, and why didn't they bring a cell phone so they could call 911 and get them all rescued off this god-forsaken deserted island in the middle of freaking nowhere so she can get her nails done and go shopping.
The two Australian men beat each other senseless fighting over the Australian woman, who is checking out all the other men, after calling them both "bloody wankers."
Both New Zealand men are searching the island for sheep.
Love in Fantastique Triumph sat, Whilst bleeding Hearts around him flow'd, For whom Fresh pains he did create, And strange Tryanic power he show'd; From thy Bright Eyes he took his fire, Which round about, in sport he hurl'd; But 'twas from mine he took desire, Enough to undo the Amorous World. From me he took his sighs and tears, From thee his Pride and Crueltie; From me his Languishments and Feares, And every Killing Dart from thee; Thus thou and I, the God have arm'd, And sett him up a Deity; But my poor Heart alone is harm'd, Whilst thine the Victor is, and free.
"To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down."
I have a balloon It's big and it's red I hold it up high and parade it 'round town The attention it gets is something to see
I hold to it tight and won't let it go It serves a purpose only I can know The higher I hold it the further it takes prying eyes and knowing smiles from the real me who hides
I'm hurting inside but you can't see I hide my pain from the world to see Behind my smile, inside my laugh You think you see me but all you see, a big red balloon created by me
I wave it round for the world to see it's flashy and bright and hides the real me The me who feels she can't be loved simple, average, not flashy at all and just plain..... .. me
London Times Obituary of the late Mr. Common Sense > > 'Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has > been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his > birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. > > He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: > Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; > Life isn't always fair; and maybe it was my fault. > Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more > than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in > charge). > > His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but > overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy > charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from > school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding > an unruly student, only worsened his condition. > > Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job > that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. > > It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent > to administer sun lotion or an Elastoplast to a student; but could not > inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an > abortion. > > Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became > contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better > treatment than their victims. > > Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar > in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault. > > Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to > realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her > lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. > > Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his > wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. > He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, I Want It Now, > Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim. > > Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you > still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.' >
This post thanks to a good friend who forwarded it to me. Today i light a candle for dear old Common sense, , he will be missed
one of my favorite childhood songs, my father used to sing it to me and my brothers whenever we were whining or complaining or having a pity party, lol. It always made me laugh. Enjoy
Down goes the first one, down goes the second one; oh, how they wiggle and squirm! Up comes the first one, up comes the second one; oh, how they wiggle and squirm!
First one's greazy, goes down easy, second one sticks to your tongue. Third one's rusted, fourth one's busted, fifth one starts to run.
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, I'm gonna' eat some worms. Big ones, little ones, ooshy gooshy gooshy ones; worms that squirm and squirm.
I bite off the heads, and suck out the juice and throw the skins away Nobody knows how fat I grow on worms three times a day
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, think I'll eat some worms. Big fat juicy ones, Eensie weensy squeensy ones, see how they wiggle and squirm.
Chomp off their heads and squeeze out the juice and throw their tails away Nobody knows how I survive on worms three times a day.
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, I'm goin' down the garden to eat worms Long thin slimy ones, short fat fuzzy ones, ooey gooey, ooey gooey worms
I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
Maybe January light will consume My heart with its cruel Ray, stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story I am the one who Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
Pablo Neruda
This poem to me reflects a struggle. A war between the passion the heart is feeling and the logic of the mind..Thoughts and feelings are a classic struggle. “We do not chose love, love chooses us” Sometimes we deeply love someone, or something, despite the facts why we shouldn’t. Like an addiction “I do not see you but love you blindly” I love you madly and sometimes it’s beyond my control. What should one do, follow their heart, or use their brain and try to do what is right?
okay friends, remember to play safe and have fun out there.
1. Each player shall furnish his own equipment for play - normally one club and two balls.
2. Play on a course must be approved by the owner of the hole.
3. Unlike outdoor golf, the object is to get the club in the hole and keep the balls out.
4. For most effective play, the club should have a firm shaft. Course owners are permitted to check shaft stiffness before play begins.
5. Course owners reserve the right to restrict club length to avoid damage to the hole.
6. The object of the game is to take as many strokes as necessary until the course owner is satisfied that play is complete. Failure to do so may result in being denied permission to play the course again.
7. It is considered bad form to begin playing the hole immediately upon arrival at the course. The experienced player will normally take time to admire the entire course with special attention to well formed bunkers.
8. Players are cautioned not to mention other courses they have played , or are currently playing, to the owner of the course being played. Upset course owners have been known to damage players equipment for this reason.
9. Players are encouraged to bring proper rain gear for their own protection.
10. Players should ensure themselves that their match has been properly scheduled, particularly when a new course is being played for the first time. Previous players have been known to become irate if they discover someone else playing on what they considered to be a private course.
11. Players should not assume a course is in shape for play at all times. Some players may be embarrassed if they find the course to be temporarily under repair. Players are advised to be extremely tactful in this situation. More advanced players will find alternative means of play when this is the case.
12. The course owner is responsible for manicuring and pruning any bush around the hole to allow for improved viewing of, alignment with, and approach to the hole.
13. Players are advised to obtain the course owners permission before attempting to play the back nine.
14. Slow play is encouraged. However, players should be prepared to proceed at a quicker pace, at least temporarily, at the course owners request.
15. It is considered outstanding performance, time permitting, to play the same hole several times in one match.
