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Monday, November 30th, 2009
thebookofmylife	12:20p	My Christmas Story.... I post this story every Christmas, to help those who feel as if they are losing themselves, losing faith or who are just simply lost. Its a true story....My Christmas Story. The years was 1985......and I had just lost my 2nd child to congenital heart defects. Her name was Lauri Ann and she lived most of her 3 months and 2 days in Mott Childrens Hospital in Ann Arbor. She died due to complications....slipped peacefully away to heaven in a medicine induced coma. We buried her 3 days later in Fowlerville. That was October 1985.............I was 19 yrs old. In November 1985, my Mom informed me that she was kicking me out. When I asked her why, she simply said that my younger sister, Michele didnt like me and that she wasnt going to come home (she was 16 yrs old) again unless I was gone. So, my Mom did what any parent would do, I guess, and kicked me out. I had no money, no car, no furnature, no home to move into....NOTHING...!! What I did have was a 3 yr old daughter (Saima), alot of emotional and mental baggage...and ALOT of anger....!! My Mom gave me 3 weeks to find a place to live.......so I started looking. I had found out that my step-monster had taken out a life insurance policy on Lauri the day she was born, and when she died, he gave me the money. It wasnt alot, but it was enough to buy a used mobile home in the town next to Fowlerville. I packed the few things I had....and moved in by the date my Mom gave me to move out. It was......to me the final act of favortism with my Mom towards my sister. She had ALWAYS favored my sister....and now I was out on my own, with nothing to my name. I was forced, due to my lack of anything, to go and apply for welfare. Since I didnt have a car (my Mom took the car that she had given me when I turned 16 yr and gave it to my sister, so she would have a car at 16 yr too.), I couldnt work...I had to quit college. So, I applied for welfare or ADC and was approved. The Michigan Government would support me and my daughter til I could get back on my feet. When I had unpacked, I realized that I truely had nothing. I didnt even have a couch or tv. I used an old card table and folding chairs for my dining room furnature. I did have a full bedroom set for Saima...just B4 Lauri died, a family from a local church called our house and told me that they had heard about Lauri and wanted to help me out by donating the bedroom set to Saima. I was thankful......it was a nice set with a canopy bed and dresser. She loved it. I didnt have a bed for myself......so I slept on the floor in my bedroom. Eventually, Dave (my b/f at the time) bought me a water bed with his taxes the following spring. I didnt have a washer or dryer.....so I had to pull my laundry to the local laundry mat about 1 1/2 miles away in a wagon once a week when it needed to be done. I would put it into a bag, load Saima up in the wagon and walk to town. Even when it was cold and snowy, we would walk to do the laundry. And when I couldnt afford to go to the laundry mat, I would wash our clothes out in the tub and line dry them in the livingroom and dining room. I also had to walk to town to get my mail.....there were no mail boxes in the community which I lived, it was all post office boxes. I would usually get my mail when I went to do laundry. November came and went......and December charged in like a cannon. The weather was cold, coldest winter we had had in a long time. My house was old and not at all airtight, and the gas bill was outragious. I was more broke then I had ever been......I was becoming more angry at my life.....at my Mom and at God....!! What had I done that was so bad that I needed to have this happening to me. Ya know that old saying, "what goes around comes around..." I just couldnt figure it out. I felt that God hated me....and was punishing me, but for what......?? I could feel myself spiraling downward and I didnt know how I was going to stop the spin. I wanted to crawl under a rock or into a hole to die. I did what I had to do for Saima-but that was almost impossible at times. Mid- December, Saima and I started making christmas ornaments and decorations out of construction paper. They turned out beautiful and we were both very proud of them...!! We didnt have a tree yet, and I wasnt sure if I would be able to even afford one, but I was going to scrape up all my pennies and try to find one, even if it was a "Charlie Brown Tree". Two days B4 Christmas I borrowed my Moms mustang and headed into Williamston to look for a tree. A friend of mine had told me that the fire dept was selling trees and that they had some really cheap ones that I might be able to buy. So, I packed Saima into the car and headed out in search of the perfect tree. When I pulled into the lot, there was no one there. I saw a truck parked out back, but I didnt see anyone....so I wandered around a bit.....looking for someone to help me find a tree. Finally.....I found him......in the back behind the trees and camper they used for an office. He was a bigger man, not fat-just plump with a mix a mix of salt and pepper hair and a beard and mustache. When he saw me, he smiled and asked if I needed any help. I smiled back and told him that I indeed needed some help. He showed Saima and I around the lot....pointing out all these big, beautiful, full trees. Finally he stopped and asked if I had seen one that I liked. I nodded, but told him that I thought they were all tooo expensive. Then I quickly explained my situation and that I had about $12.00 in my pocket. So he leads me to the back of the lot, to a tree that was wrapped with twine. He says that this is the perfect tree and it just so happens that it is only $10. I smile and thank him. He asks me if I will need help loading it in my car....and I say yes plz. He carries it to my Moms car.......and says it will never fit and asks if I would be willing to allow him to help me get it home. I was a bit weary, but wanted that tree....and knew I couldnt get it home myself and my Mom would frek out if I had this guy strap it to the roof of her new mustang......and there was just something about this guy that told me that I could trust him. So I nodded, and said thank you. I loaded Saima into her car seat and off we went to my house....with this kind gentleman following behind me with my very first Christmas tree. I was elated....!! Saima and I sang christmas Caroles all the way home. I was feeling a bit of the Christmas spirit inside of me...and it felt good. He pulled his truck into my drive way........as I got Saima out and unlocked my front door. He brought the tree in, and a tree stand that I assumed he had grabbed from the tree lot. He placed the tree in the stand and put the tree in the corner where I wanted it. I offered him a soda, and he declined....adding that he would be right back. When he returned, he had a canister of hot chocolate. He asked if I would like to make us some....and B4 I could say anything, Saima said YES...!!...clapping her small hands together. So, he went into the livingroom with Saima (by this time I had a old and worn wicker patio couch in my livingroom)...and they read a couple books while I made the cocoa. When I came into the livingroom, he asked me why I had no furniture........and I think I smiled and shrugged. I didnt really want to get into my history with this stranger. He asked if I would mind very much if he helped Saima and I decorate the tree (he had seen our homemade paper ornaments on the table in the kitchen)....and I said I wouldnt mind. He again went out to his truck and came back in with several strands of colored lights for my tree. Again, I assumed they had come from the tree lot, maybe left over decorations that they hadnt used or needed. He placed the lights on my tree...and then we all decorated the tree with the ornaments. I hadnt had money to buy proper hangers, so I used extra yarn that I pulled out of an old scarf to hang them. When the tree was done, we stood back and marveled at its beauty. We turned off the lights and just sat there, looking at he tree. I was taken back to my childhood-long B4 the abuse had started with from "The Devil" and it made me smile...and a tear slid down my face. I got Saima ready for bed...and when she was ready, the 3 of us sat on the livingroom floor and this man told the story of the night B4 Christmas....from memory. I listened and smiled...and Saima was mesmorized by the story. She snuggeled into my lap and fell fast asleep b4 the story was over. I was grateful to this man-this stranger-who had brought a small amount of happiness into my house. He picked Saima up for me and helped me carry her to her bedroom. I know this sounds weird, but I never once felt afraid or scared of this man. He looked down the hallway, into my bedroom while taking Saima to her room and nooticed my "bedroll" on the floor. He never asked, and of course I didnt offer any explaination...but I saw the look on his face. It spoke volumes. He let me tuck Saima in and he returned to the livingroom. When I returned to the livingroom, he was sitting on the floor and asked me to come and talk to him a while. I sat on the couch and we talked. He said that he sensed that I had deep anger, that something bad had happened to me in my life......and asked if I would like to talk about it. I didnt really go into great details of my whole life....I had found form past experiences that people didnt or couldnt understand the abuse I had suffered as a child and young woman at the hands of "The Devil".......but I did tell him about Lauri and my Mom kicking me out, and the hard ships I had faced afterwards. He then asked me if I had faith in anything or anyone or if I believed in God. I think I smiled and chuckled as I told him that I did not have faith in anything and that God hated me and I hated God back for what he had allowed to happen to me and Lauri. He told me that I needed to find some faith, in myself and in God.....and give my hurt and pain to God, that He did not hate me, but loved me. I, of course thought this man was crazy.......and was ready for him to leave right now...!! As he was leaving, he said to always have faith in life...and myself, and to try to find God again. He hugged me...and then he was gone. ========== Christmas eve I put out the few things I was able to buy for Saima. It wasnt much, nothing like what she was used to when we lived with Mom, but I knew she wouldnt mind. Saima was not that kind of kid. Then I sat on my floor just watching the tree with its lights twinkling like diamonds upon the branches.....and I thought about what that man had told me about finding faith in myself. After I finished my cocoa (he had left the canister for me) I turned off the lights and headed to my bed on the floor. Christmas morning Saima woke up to find her gifts from Santa under the tree. She opened them, ohhh'ing and ahhh'ing at each and every thing. She was happy with what she had gotten and played quietly as I made us breakfast of pancakes and bacon and eggs. I wasnt sure how I was going to feed Saima the remainder of the month, but I was determined to have as wonderful a Christmas as possible for my baby girl. After breakfast, I cleaned up the kitchen, picked up the gift wrap form the presents Saima had opened...closed the garbage bag and headed out the front door to put the bag in the dumpster. I walked out the door, turned to the right and placed the bag into the dumpster. When I turned around to head back into the house......I couldnt believe my eyes at what I saw.....out on my patio were boxes and boxes and boxes of gifts and groceries and things for Saima and I. There was a new bike for Saima and a sand box. There were black garbage bags full of wrapped gifts. Boxes of food. I was in shock and disbelief. I smiled, laughed and cried. How did these things get there.....?? Who had done this wonderful thing for Saima and me.....?? As I started bringing the packages in the house.....my neighbor walked over and asked what was going on. When I told her I had no idea she said she hadnt seen or heard a thing. She helped me bring the boxes and packages into the house...stood there for a few minutes and then excused herself so that Saima and I could open the packages. One rather small box was labeled "OPEN ME LAST", so I set it aside and started going through the boxes and bags that had been left on my patio. There were enough groceries that I didnt have to shop for nearly 5 months, toys and clothes for Saima, a winter coat and boots, gift certificates with 4 month intervals so that I could go shopping every 4 months for new clothes for Saima for a yr. Gifts for me, a certificate for a "new" couch and "new" tv at a local referb furniture place, a certificate for 4 months of paid rent on my place, clothes for me.........the list of things was endless. Finally, I got to the box labeled "OPEN ME LAST".....my heart was pounding and I could barely breathe. I opened it slowly.... there was a snow globe with a small train going around and into a mountain (kind of like the polar express train) that played "Winter Wonderland"and a white envelpoe with my name on the front of it, with a card inside. I wound up the globe and let the muzic play as I opened the envelpoe with very shakey hands...................on the front of the card was a little mouse but no words. On the inside there were hand written words, that said............ "Dear Lisa and little Saima, Merry Christmas Lisa, you are a remarkable young woman who has a fire in her soul. Remember to always keep the faith in yourself. I see great things ahead of you. May God Bless You. Love and Best Wishes Santa Claus" I started to cry........really really cry.....!! I had never had anyone do anything like this for me, ever....!! I had never had anyone see something good in me, I had never had anyone think of me like that. Was I really a good person, did I really have a fire in my soul....?? I was over whelmed, and just sat there holding Saima......crying. =========== The day after Christmas, I returned to the lot in Williamston where I had gotten my tree...and met this man who called himself Santa Claus. There were several men there, removing the trees that hadnt been sold and taking down decorations and such. When I talked to one of them, he directed me to the fire hall in town. At first, I thought that maybe the guy was going to get into trouble for doing what he did. And I tried to come up with a suitable story to help keep him out of trouble. The fire cheif met me in the parking lot of the fire hall.........and asked me to plz tell him what I had told the guys on the lot. So, I did...........and told the cheif that I wanted to thank this man, that had saved not only my Christmas....and faith, but probably my life as well. He shook his head.....and looked at me like I was crazy and explained that there was no one that matched that description that worked for the Williamston fire department. And that the lot wasnt even open at the time that I said I had been there. That they had some kind of problem and that they had shut the lot down that day around 3pm and didnt open it again til the following day which would have been Christmas eve...........I started to tune him out at this point in the conversation...........He offered that maybe I was just confused about which lot I had stopped at.....and that maybe I should go to the one up the street at the gas station. I nodded my head...and thanked him for his time as I walked away....................I knew that I had been at the right lot. I knew that the man who called himself Santa Claus had been at that lot. I knew it. And it all started to fall into place. God had sent this man, Santa Claus, into my life to save me from myself. He knew that I was falling...and that I needed someone to save me. To this day, I have never seen that man again, and trust me...I have looked for him. In every face I look, even now. I was never able to say Thank you to him for helping save me from myself, finding faith and giving me a reason to believe again. I truely believe I was touched by an angel.........and Santa Claus that day. And for that I will be forever grateful.....!! I have never completely lost faith in myself since that day. I still have the card and the snow globe that was enclosed in that small "OPEN ME LAST" box. They are worn from the amount of times I have had to go back and read them, or just wind the globe and hear its muzic to remind me to keep the faith. I will never lose my faith again...and I will always remember that God loves me, even when bad times strike...and I dont know or understand why, I know that HE is here with me. MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL Current Mood: cheerful Current Music: My Snow Globe-Winter Wonderland
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Sunday, November 29th, 2009
thebookofmylife	3:41p	Sunday.... So...Im listening to Christmas muzic right now...and it feels sooooo good to hear it...!! There is just smething about Christmas muzic that makes me smile. I listen to it all year long, here and there when I need a pick me up. I know thats weird, but its the truth. One of my all time favorite Christmas songs is by Bruce Springstein-Santa Claus is coming to Town. (~Listen to it here~) When Saima was little and we would drive up to the mall to go see Santa, this song would always come on the radio...and it just became one our faves. We would turn it up and sing it at the top of our lungs. And if we would hear it while at home, we would dance around in the livingroom, singing it as loudly as we could make our voices go. Now...it makes me smile. It came on my media player....and I called Saimas phone right up, I was going to play it for her. But, I got her VM, so I left it as a message. I hope it brings a smile to her face like it did mine. Funny how something as simple as a song can make your smile and make your spirit soar...!! Paige keeps coming over to my desk smiling. She too loves Christmas muzic. She loves all kinds of muzic-shes been raised on it. When I was pregnant with her I would sit and listen to muzic to soothe my stressed and broken soul. She would calm right down when I played Christmas muzic. Her favorite Christmas song is Where Are You Christmas by Faith Hill from The Grinch soundtrack (~Listen to it here~) She loves the movie and the song and knows all the words to it too. Infact, as I type this, she is singing the song behind me. Now that brings a huge smile to my face and warms my heart. As I say often, I love to see the world through her eyes. I havent really done too much today, Randy and I moved our bed in our bedroom. When we first moved in here, we wanted more floor space, so we put one side of the bed against the wall. But that has turned out to be a huge hassle, so we moved it so that the head of the bed is against the wall and both sides are accessable. It doesnt leave any floor space, but we dont really need floor space now that Paige has her own bedroom. We arent finished, but Randy HAD to get back online to finish playing his game with his buddy who was only going to be online til 3:30pm. Well, it is now 3:40pm and they are still at it. And I am getting annoyed. He is always playing that damned game. He will take a break to do a sink of dishes or to eat or use the bathroom, but other then that he is on that machine. And now he has Paige wanting to play it with him all the time. She will go into our bedroom and play the game with him. UGH!! I wanted to get more done then this....but I doubt that I will get much of anything else done now. I asked him when he was going to be done...and he said something, I couldnt make it out. I guess I will go in and put my laundry away, clean off his dresser (that I have been asking him to do for about 3 weeks now) and get it done myself. At least I have a smile on my face from the muzic....eh....lol Until Next Time.... Lisa Marie
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thebookofmylife	9:30a	My Daily Horoscope..... Your Daily Horoscope: November 29, 2009 Capricorn Dec. 22 - Jan 19 A minor transformation may be triggered in you today, Capricorn, as you have a sudden realization of what really matters and what does not in your life. When this kind of combination comes along, it's like the planets are stopping by to take care of the psychic refuse of life, and sometimes we actually don't want to let go of some of the delusions and mistaken ideas that we identify with. On this cycle, though, you may notice a feeling of lightness, and notice that you have stopped picking on yourself about something that usually bothers you.
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Saturday, November 28th, 2009
thebookofmylife	7:54p	The Thanksgiving Holiday...thus far I have so much to be thankful for this year. Its hard for me to actually list everything that I feel thankful for. First on my list is my family and my friends and of course my freedom. Without my family and friends I know I wouldnt be where I am right now. And of course without freedom I couldnt be thankful for anything. I had a wonderful Thanksgiving-that could only have been made btter by having all of my children with me. But, I understand that they have significant others-and that they need to spend time with their others families. And, sadly they also had to work the midnight maddness shifts...so they couldnt come by at all. But, I get them for Christmas Eve....and that is the important one for me...!! The Wednesday B4 Thanksgiving I decided to decorate the Christmas Tree. Normally I decorate the tree if I am having dinner at my house. If I am not, we decorate the tree the weekend after Thanksgiving. I put the lights on the tree during the day while Paige was at school on Tuesday. She wanted to decorate the tree the minute she got home, but I made her wait til Wednesday afternoon, so that maybe some of her siblings could come and help. I sent a text out to all the kids, telling them what I had planned but the only one to show up was Saima. Robbie over slept and had to work and I just didnt hear a word from Brandon at all. So...Saima, Dustin and Paige did the decorating of the tree. And that was fine. ~Paige added one bear ornament B4 we got started~ ~Paige adding bulbs~ ~Saima puts on the Angel~ ~All Done~ Dustin helped, but he didnt want his pic taken. He doesnt like to ever have his pic taken, its like pulling teeth with him. I still have to add the gold bead garland and will get to it eventually. I just wanted to get it decorated b4 Thanksgiving Day. Randy didnt help us....and I still dont know why he didnt. When I asked him, he said he was working, but he could have taken off 20 minutes from work to help us....to be part of our family tradition. I think he is still mad at Saima about the cell bill, so he does his best to just avoid being around her at all. I think that is why when we have family get togethers he avoids being with the adults, so that he doesnt have to socialize with the one sthat he is mad at. Who knows. What I do know is that Randy doesnt have very good coping skills or socialization skills when it comes to things like that. I also put out some of our Christmas decorations too....and decorated the fireplace and mantle. It turned out pretty good, but I am sure B4 our Christmas Eve party I will change things around a bit. I can already see things that Idont like and want to move and change. ~The Fireplace~ Thanksgiving was very nice. I didnt feel all stressed out like I normally do for holiday dinners. I have to admit that Randy was a HUGE help to me...as was Paige. They did the majority of the cleaning while I was able to concentrate on all the cooking. I had made 4 pies the night B4 and Randy had made 2 pies too. I made 2 pumpkin cheese cakes (I will never go back to regular pumpkin pie again), a peanutbutter cheese cake (OMG!! YUM-O) and a chocolate pie. Randy made 2 dutch apple pies (one for Dustin to take to Mirandas). We didnt have dinner til 4:30pm, so it was easy to get everything done and not have to stress over it. I actually got a shower, did my make up and hair and had time to relax B4 everyone got here. That NEVER happens with me. I was thankful that Randy and Paige were helping out like they were. I didnt have the crowd that I had expected I would have. Several people didnt come. But, thats okay...more left overs. we had enough....even just one person would have been fine with me. My Mom showed up first, then Brandon and Elz, Michele and Wilson and then Robbie and Vicky. Dinner was fantastic...!! The turkey was probably the best I have ever made. It was so tender and juicey...!! Oh man, I couldnt believe how yummy it turned out. And to be honest, I was worried it was going to be dry. I cooked it in my electric roaster, then transfered it to the oven for the last 30 minutes of cooking to brown the skin. I think what help make it so moist was that I added butter under the skin around the breasts. I will be doing that from now on. No one stayed to long....whch was fine by me. Robbie and Vicky both had to go to work, my sister had to work as well and my Mom had to go home to go to bed cuz she had to get up early in the morning and be to work by 7am. Brandon and Elz didnt stay late either, but that was cuz Brandon was nursing a hang over from his drinking the night B4. No sympathy for self inflicted wounds here...!! I had Randy take a pic of my mom, Paige and I...which I havent had done in a long time. He isnt too good with the camera, so it didnt turn out as good as I would have liked, but its not that bad... ~Paige, My Mom and Me~ After everyone left, Paige, Randy and I just relaxed on the couch, watching a movie and spending time together. It was nice really. We did clean up the kitchen a bit, but not too much. =============== The parade of Lights was Friday-and it has been a family tradition for years that we attend the parade. Thankfully it wasnt too cold, like it has been in past years. We have had freezing rain, loads of snow, just down right cold temps....you name it we have endured it. But this year was nice. Not warm, but not too cold. Of course we did have to bundle up in winter outside gear; hats, scarfs, gloves/mittens, long johns, hoodys, multiple layers of clothes, winter coats and boats and Paige wore her snow pants. ~Paige and I all bundeled up waiting for the parade to start~ The whole things starts at 6pm....the 5K run starts it off. Then, the actual parade begins as close to 7pm as possible. It started almost 20 minutes late this year. UGH!! I was getting restless and cold just sitting waiting for the floats to roll by. Paige was soooooo excited when the parade started. She stood up and watched the floats and clapped and cheered when they rolled by us. ~Paige especially loved the LESA/Headstart Bus~ ~Local Fire Truck~ ~Back side of the local fire truck~ ~Not sure who this is, but I liked the colors~ ~Waldecker of Fowlerville-first time entry-I think this was my fave~ VIDEO: ~Sunday School Students Float~ VIDEO: ~Howell High School Marching Band~ complete with bag pipes When the parade was over, we packed our stuff back up in the van and headed home. Normally the drive would have only taken us 5 minutes, but due to all the traffic, it took us about 30 minutes. It wasnt too bad...I was able to get out into traffic and keep moving most of the way. It wasnt bad...we listened to Paiges cassette tape and talked and just enjoyed eachothers company. When we got home, we immediately got Paige into her jammies and got her to sleep. Shes getting sick again...and I am worried about her again. Once Paige was sleeping, Randy and I watched "The Ugly Trust"....OMG!! What a funny movie. I really liked it alot and would suggest that anyone who wants to laugh and relate, watch that movie. We got done watching it at 11:51pm and it had to be back to the video place by midnight, so Randy dashed out to return it. I am pretty sure he made it ontime...at least I hope he did. I loaded pics on my facebook and then went to bed. Randy stayed up playing some online game (D&D or WoW) until about 2:30am when he came to bed. I was sound asleep...I dont remember him coming to bed. He has been on his machine all day today. And, hes got Paige in there playing on the game too. Trust me when I say, if this starts looking like its going to be a habbit, I WILL be saying something about it. I have a feeling this is why he didnt ever get anything done in Niles B4 I moved there, he was always on his machine playing his game. Okay...Its time to get off here. I have been working on this off and on all day. I want to watch Polar Express with paige B4 she goes to bed tonight. I havent been feeling well either and just want to sit back and relax for a while tonight. I hope that everyone had a great Thanksgiving Day with their family and friends. I hope that everyone gave thanks for the thigs they are thanksful for in life. Until Next Time.... Lisa Marie
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thebookofmylife	11:27a	Swine Flu.... This could happen to you if you have Swine Flu and its left untreated..... Hope they find a vaccine soon......
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Wednesday, November 25th, 2009
thebookofmylife	10:26p	Letter Written..... ...sort of. This is a response to a comment that was left for me on a friend of mine's journal (un4givenone) This was the response left for me-not from the journals owner, but her husband...... Their reply was: Subject: I suggest you mind your own business and stay out of what you know nothing about. You have no clue as to what is going on in my life and yes, there is things I can't tell my wife at this time, but it has nothing to do with another woman, it has to do with her FIL's death. I'm not as bad a person as she is making me out to be, I am doing what I promised my father I would do in the case of his "accidental" death. Things I don't want my wife or anyone else to know about. So until you know the whole story, do not judge me. Kenny, previously known as K And this was my response to him.... Kenny... I am very sorry about the loss of your father, a sudden death is never easy and is made worse when there is a possiblity of foul play. However...it sounds like you are now using the death of your father as an excuse to continue on with that other woman at your place of employment. Plain and simple. Shame on you if that is what you are doing. You are right, I dont know the whole story, I only know what Robin has written about, no...poured her heart out about, crying and hurting from the emotional pain you have caused and continue to cause her. Let me guess...the pics of the other womens snatch that you have on your cell phone was investigative work, right...?? You were looking for a murder weapon hidden in her pussy...?? Or maybe she smothered him to death with her tits and you were looking for some kind of marks to prove just that...?? And of course you saved the pics to turn over the local sheriff's department as evidence. Your wife is hurting, yet you do NOTHING to help ease her pain. You tell her that you love this other women while you are drunk but recant when sober. Drunks always speak the truth, its called liquid courage and it sounds like you finally found your balls in the bottom of a bottle. Too bad you cant stand up and be man enough now to tell your wife the truth. Mind my own business...who are you to tell me this...?? HA!! You arent man enough to tell me to do anything. You arent man enough to stop hurting your wife...you arent man enough for much the way I see it. You may have a dick between your legs, but you are not a man...!! Coward-Yes...Man-No!! I could go on, but I think you can now see what I think and where I am coming up with my ideas of what you are...and what you are not. Step up to the plate Kenny!! Be a man!! I don't have to judge you...cheaters and liars and cowards dont even deserve that from me. Only God can judge you...and guess what, some day He will. Respond if you like, I dont care. Do it here or send me an email...its up to you. Lisa Marie Current Mood: amused Current Music: The fire crackling in the fireplace....
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thebookofmylife	9:06a	Hhhmm...... What a clever idea! Yes, Christmas cards. This is coming early so that you can get ready to include an important address to your list. Want to have some fun this CHRISTMAS? Send the ACLU a CHRISTMAS CARD this year. As they are working so very hard to get rid of the CHRISTMAS part of this holiday, we should all send them a nice, card to brighten up their dark, sad, little world.. Make sure it says "Merry Christmas" on it. Here's the address, just don't be rude or crude. ACLU 125 Broad Street 18th Floor New York, NY 10004 Two tons of Christmas cards would freeze their operations because they wouldn't know if any were regular mail containing contributions. So spend 44 cents and tell the ACLU to leave Christmas alone. Also tell them that there is no such thing as a " Holiday Tree". It's always been called a CHRISTMAS TREE! And pass this on to your email lists. We really want to communicate with the ACLU! They really DESERVE us!! For those of you who aren't aware of them, the ACLU, (the American Civil Liberties Union) is the one suing the U.S. Government to take God, Christmas or anything religious away from us. They represent the atheists and others in this war. Help put Christ back in Christmas!
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Tuesday, November 24th, 2009
simply__deep	1:26p	now making this friends only.
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Monday, November 23rd, 2009
thebookofmylife	10:42a	The Middle Wife.... I got this from ClownDust and just had to share it here..... The 'Middle Wife' by an Anonymous 2nd grade teacher I've been teaching now for about fifteen years. I have two kids myself, but the best birth story I know is the one I saw in my own second grade classroom a few years back. When I was a kid, I loved show-and-tell. So I always have a few sessions with my students. It helps them get over shyness and usually, show-and-tell is pretty tame. Kids bring in pet turtles, model airplanes, pictures of fish they catch, stuff like that. And I never, ever place any boundaries or limitations on them. If they want to lug it in to school and talk about it, they're welcome. Well, one day this little girl, Erica, a very bright, very outgoing kid, takes her turn and waddles up to the front of the class with a pillow stuffed under her sweater. She holds up a snapshot of an infant. 'This is Luke, my baby brother, and I'm going to tell you about his birthday.' 'First, Mom and Dad made him as a symbol of their love, and then Dad put a seed in my Mom's stomach, and Luke grew in there. He ate for nine months through an umbrella cord.' She's standing there with her hands on the pillow, and I'm trying not to laugh and wishing I had my camcorder with me. The kids are watching her in amazement. 'Then, about two Saturdays ago, my Mom starts saying and going, 'Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!' Erica puts a hand behind her back and groans. 'She walked around the house for, like an hour, 'Oh, oh, oh!' (Now this kid is doing a hysterical duck walk and groaning.) 'My Dad called the middle wife. She delivers babies, but she doesn't have a sign on the car like the Domino's man. They got my Mom to lie down in bed like this.' (Then Erica lies down with her back against the wall.) 'And then, pop! My Mom had this bag of water she kept in there in case he got thirsty, and it just blew up and spilled all over the bed, like psshhheew!' (This kid has her legs spread with her little hands miming water flowing away. It was too much!) 'Then the middle wife starts saying 'push, push,' and 'breathe, breathe. They started counting, but never even got past ten. Then, all of a sudden, out comes my brother.. He was covered in yucky stuff that they all said it was from Mom's play-center, (placenta) so there must be a lot of toys inside there. When he got out, the middle wife spanked him for crawling up in there.' Then Erica stood up, took a big theatrical bow and returned to her seat. I'm sure I applauded the loudest. Ever since then, when it's show-and-tell day, I bring my camcorder, just in case another 'Middle Wife' comes along.
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Friday, November 20th, 2009
thebookofmylife	1:36p	GreyHounds Need Help.... Dairyland Greyhound Racetrack in Kenosha, Wisconsin will be closing on December 31, 2009. 500 Greyhounds need to be adopted or they will be euthanized. Contact Joanne Kehoe Operations Director P: 312.559.0887 Or Dairyland Race Track Adoption Center direct at (262) 612-8256 if you are interested, or please pass this message on.
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