<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:33:29.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Things</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-116461606754227560</id><published>2006-11-28T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T00:27:47.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was sent by a medical doctor - Make sure to read what is in the closing statement AFTER THE POEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLOW DANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watched kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a merry-go-round?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or listened to the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slapping on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you run through each day on the fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you ask How are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear the reply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day is done&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you lie in your bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the next hundred chores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running through your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever told your child,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll do it tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in your haste,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not see his sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever lost touch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let a good friendship die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you never had time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To call and say,"Hi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you run so fast to get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You miss half the fun of getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you worry and hurry through your day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like an unopened gift....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do take it slower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the song is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-116461606754227560?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/116461606754227560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=116461606754227560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/116461606754227560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/116461606754227560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2006/11/slow-dance.html' title='Slow Dance'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-116461597607804069</id><published>2006-11-27T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T00:26:16.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>USEFUL TIPS ON MEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away. If&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; If you have ANY doubt in your mind about a man's&lt;br /&gt;character, leave him alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from&lt;br /&gt;heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; Stop trying to change yourself for a relationship&lt;br /&gt;that's not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; Don't force an attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; Slower is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; Never live your life for a man before you find what&lt;br /&gt;makes you truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; If a relationship ends because the man was not&lt;br /&gt;treating you as you deserve then heck no you can't "be&lt;br /&gt;friends." A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; Have faith in God regarding your relationship, but&lt;br /&gt;don't let faith make you stupid. God does things&lt;br /&gt;decent and in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt; Don't settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt; If you feel like he is stringing you along, then&lt;br /&gt;he probably is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt; If he keeps changing his mind about the&lt;br /&gt;relationship--take that as a BIG sign that he is&lt;br /&gt;unstable. Do you really want to be with a man like&lt;br /&gt;that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt; Don't stay because you think "it will get better."&lt;br /&gt;You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying&lt;br /&gt;when things are not better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt; Honorable men take care of their business and&lt;br /&gt;aren't involved in a whole lot of mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;16.&lt;/span&gt; The only person you can control in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;17.&lt;/span&gt; There's only one 'reason' a man dumps you; he&lt;br /&gt;doesn't want you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;18.&lt;/span&gt; Avoid men who've got a bunch of children by a&lt;br /&gt;bunch of different women. He didn't marry them when he&lt;br /&gt;got them pregnant, why would he treat you any&lt;br /&gt;differently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;19.&lt;/span&gt; You really do have to kiss a few frogs before&lt;br /&gt;finding the prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;20.&lt;/span&gt; Always put yourself and your happiness first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;. Always have your own set of friends separate from&lt;br /&gt;his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;22. &lt;/span&gt;Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you. If&lt;br /&gt;something bothers you speak up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;23.&lt;/span&gt; Like from the show Sex and the City, if he doesn't&lt;br /&gt;call, he just isn't that interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;24.&lt;/span&gt; Be honest and upfront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;25.&lt;/span&gt; Know when to cut the cord, don't be strung along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;26.&lt;/span&gt; Don't fall for the "I'm confused role". Remove&lt;br /&gt;yourself from the situation to let him figure things&lt;br /&gt;out (but don't wait for him, move on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;27.&lt;/span&gt; If you want to have a clue as to how he will treat&lt;br /&gt;you, watch how he treats the WOMEN in his family (not&lt;br /&gt;just mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;28.&lt;/span&gt; There's more than physical abuse, there's&lt;br /&gt;emotional and mental abuse. If he causes any of&lt;br /&gt;them...flee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;29.&lt;/span&gt; You cannot change a man's behaviors. Change comes&lt;br /&gt;from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;30.&lt;/span&gt; Don't let him place rules on you that he is not&lt;br /&gt;willing to follow himself -- double-standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;31.&lt;/span&gt; Don't EVER make him feel he is more important than&lt;br /&gt;you are...even if he has more education or in a better&lt;br /&gt;job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;32.&lt;/span&gt; Do not make him into a quasi-god. He is a man,&lt;br /&gt;nothing more nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;33.&lt;/span&gt; Demand respect and if he can't give it, he can't&lt;br /&gt;have you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;34.&lt;/span&gt; Don't compete with other woman, but be aware that&lt;br /&gt;men are attracted to what they see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;35.&lt;/span&gt; If you think he is cheating, he probably is.&lt;br /&gt;Confront him right away and if you feel he's lying,&lt;br /&gt;let him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;36. &lt;/span&gt;Actions speak louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;37.&lt;/span&gt; Never let a man define who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;38.&lt;/span&gt; Never rely on a man for compliments, look to&lt;br /&gt;yourself for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;39.&lt;/span&gt;  Never borrow someone else's man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;40.&lt;/span&gt; If he cheated with you, he’ll cheat on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;41.&lt;/span&gt; Just because he says he loves you, doesn't mean&lt;br /&gt;that he won't hurt you and it doesn't mean that you&lt;br /&gt;are meant to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;42.&lt;/span&gt; To use painful hard-won wisdom -- 'get it right'&lt;br /&gt;the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;43.&lt;/span&gt; Know that you deserve to be the number one person&lt;br /&gt;in the life of the #1 person in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;44.&lt;/span&gt; Love is a verb ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;45.&lt;/span&gt; Learn to give up your lifelong task of trying to&lt;br /&gt;make someone change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-116461597607804069?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/116461597607804069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=116461597607804069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/116461597607804069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/116461597607804069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2006/11/useful-tips-on-men.html' title='USEFUL TIPS ON MEN'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-116124463932965716</id><published>2006-10-19T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T00:57:19.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by David L. Weatherford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watched kids&lt;br /&gt;On a merry-go-round?&lt;br /&gt;Or listened to the rain&lt;br /&gt;Slapping on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?&lt;br /&gt;Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?&lt;br /&gt;You better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you run through each day&lt;br /&gt;On the fly?&lt;br /&gt;When you ask How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear the reply?&lt;br /&gt;When the day is done&lt;br /&gt;Do you lie in your bed&lt;br /&gt;With the next hundred chores&lt;br /&gt;Running through your head?&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever told your child,&lt;br /&gt;We'll do it tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;And in your haste,&lt;br /&gt;Not see his sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Ever lost touch,&lt;br /&gt;Let a good friendship die&lt;br /&gt;Cause you never had time&lt;br /&gt;To call and say,"Hi"&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you run so fast to get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;You miss half the fun of getting there.&lt;br /&gt;When you worry and hurry through your day,&lt;br /&gt;It is like an unopened gift.....&lt;br /&gt;Thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a race.&lt;br /&gt;Do take it slower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the song is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-116124463932965716?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/116124463932965716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=116124463932965716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/116124463932965716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/116124463932965716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2006/10/slow-dance.html' title='Slow Dance'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-115992726365775314</id><published>2006-10-03T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T19:01:03.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to stay young</title><content type='html'>1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height.&lt;br /&gt;Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Keep only cheerful friends.&lt;br /&gt;The grouches pull you down. (keep this In mind if you are one of those grouches;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Keep learning:&lt;br /&gt;Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain get idle.&lt;br /&gt;"An idle mind is the devil's workshop." And the devil's name is Alzheimer's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Enjoy the simple things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.&lt;br /&gt;And if you have a friend who makes you laugh, spend lots and Lots of time with HIM/HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The tears happen:&lt;br /&gt;Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who is with us our entire life, is our self. LIVE while you are alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Surround yourself with what you love:&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever.  Your home is your refuge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Cherish your health:&lt;br /&gt;If it is good, preserve it.&lt;br /&gt;If it is unstable, improve it.&lt;br /&gt;If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Don't take guilt trips.&lt;br /&gt;Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county, to a foreign country, but NOT to where the guilt is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-115992726365775314?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/115992726365775314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=115992726365775314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/115992726365775314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/115992726365775314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-to-stay-young.html' title='How to stay young'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-113677113725626800</id><published>2006-01-08T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T17:45:37.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here are a few reasons why guys like girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;1.They will always smell good even if its just shampoo&lt;br /&gt;2. The way their heads always find the right spot on our shoulder&lt;br /&gt;3. How cute they look when they sleep&lt;br /&gt;4. The ease in which they fit into our arms&lt;br /&gt;5. The way they kiss you and all of a sudden everything is right in the world&lt;br /&gt;6. How cute they are when they eat&lt;br /&gt;7. The way they take hours to get dressed but in the end it makes it all worth while&lt;br /&gt;8. Because they are always warm even when its minus 30 outside&lt;br /&gt;9. The way they look good no matter what they wear&lt;br /&gt;10. The way they fish for compliments even though you both know that you think she's the most&lt;br /&gt;beautiful thing on this earth&lt;br /&gt;11. How cute they are when they argue&lt;br /&gt;12. The way her hand always finds yours&lt;br /&gt;13. The way they smile&lt;br /&gt;14. The way you feel when you see their name on the call ID after you just had a big fight&lt;br /&gt;15. The way she says "lets not fight anymore" even though you know that an hour later....&lt;br /&gt;16. The way they kiss when you do something nice for them&lt;br /&gt;17. The way they kiss you when you say "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;18. Actually ... just the way they kiss you...&lt;br /&gt;19. The way they fall into your arms when they cry&lt;br /&gt;20. Then the way they apologize for crying over something that silly&lt;br /&gt;21. The way they hit you and expect it to hurt&lt;br /&gt;22. Then the way they apologize when it does hurt. (even though we don't admit it)!&lt;br /&gt;23. The way they say "I miss you"&lt;br /&gt;24. The way you miss them&lt;br /&gt;25. The way their tears make you want to change the world so that it&lt;br /&gt;doesn't hurt her anymore..... Yet regardless if you love them, hate them,&lt;br /&gt;wish they would die or know that you would die without them ... it matters not.&lt;br /&gt;Because once in your life, whatever they were to the world they become everything to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and&lt;br /&gt;you say a million thin! gs without trace of a sound, you know that your own life&lt;br /&gt;is inevitable consumed within the rhythmic beatings of her very heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love them for a million reasons, ! No paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind&lt;br /&gt;but of the heart. A feeling. Only felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-113677113725626800?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/113677113725626800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=113677113725626800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113677113725626800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113677113725626800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2006/01/here-are-few-reasons-why-guys-like.html' title='Here are a few reasons why guys like girls'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-113651187722129746</id><published>2006-01-05T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T17:44:37.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;FOR THE WIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;WHO SAYS IT'S HOT DOGS TONIGHT,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;! BECAUSE SHE IS HOME WITH ME,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;AND NOT OUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;FOR THE HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;WHO IS ON THE SOFA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BEING A COUCH POTATO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BECAUSE HE IS HOME WITH ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;AND NOT OUT AT THE BARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;FOR THE TEENAGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;WHO IS COMPLAINING ABOUT DOING DISHES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS SHE IS AT HOME,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;NOT ON THE STREETS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;FOR THE TAXES I PAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM EMPLOYED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;FOR THE MESS TO CLEAN UP AFTER A PARTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BEEN SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;FOR THE CLOTHES THAT FIT A LITTLE TOO SNUG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;FOR MY SHADOW THAT WATCHES ME WORK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I AM OUT IN THE SUNSHINE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;FOR A LAWN THAT NEEDS MOWING,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;WINDOWS THAT NEED CLEANING,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;AND GUTTERS THAT NEED FIXING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE A HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;FOR ALL THE COMPLAINING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I HEAR ABOUT THE GOVERNMENT BECAUSE IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;WE HAVE FREEDOM OF SPEECH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE PARKING SPOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I FIND AT THE FAR END OF THE PARKING LOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM CAPABLE OF WALKING AND I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH&lt;br /&gt;TRANSPORTATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;FOR MY HUGE HEATING BILL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM WARM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;FOR THE LADY BEHIND ME IN CHURCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;WHO SINGS OFF KEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I CAN HEAR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;FOR THE PILE OF LAUNDRY AND IRONING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE CLOTHES TO WEAR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;FOR WEARINESS AND ACHING MUSCLES AT THE END OF THE DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN CAPABLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OF WORKING HARD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;FOR THE ALARM THAT GOES OFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;IN THE EARLY MORNING HOURS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM ALIVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;AND FINALLY, FOR TOO MUCH E-MAIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;FRIENDS WHO ARE THINKING OF ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Live well, Laugh often, &amp;amp; Love with all of your heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-113651187722129746?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/113651187722129746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=113651187722129746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113651187722129746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113651187722129746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-so-thankful.html' title='I&apos;m so Thankful'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-113618054276387963</id><published>2006-01-01T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T21:42:22.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Men are Happier....</title><content type='html'>Men Are Just Happier People-- What do you expect from such simple&lt;br /&gt;creatures?&lt;br /&gt;Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care&lt;br /&gt;of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can be President. You&lt;br /&gt;can never be pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a&lt;br /&gt;water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth. The world is your urinal. You&lt;br /&gt;never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is&lt;br /&gt;just too icky. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a&lt;br /&gt;bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress $5000. Tux&lt;br /&gt;rental-$100. People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them.&lt;br /&gt;The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected. New shoes don't&lt;br /&gt;cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about tanks.&lt;br /&gt;A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own&lt;br /&gt;jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If&lt;br /&gt;someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are more&lt;br /&gt;than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to&lt;br /&gt;see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its original&lt;br /&gt;color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to&lt;br /&gt;shave your face and neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can play with toys all your life. Your belly usually hides your big&lt;br /&gt;hips. One wallet and one pair of shoes one color for all seasons.&lt;br /&gt;You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can "do" your nails&lt;br /&gt;with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache. .&lt;br /&gt;You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder men are happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-113618054276387963?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/113618054276387963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=113618054276387963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113618054276387963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113618054276387963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-men-are-happier.html' title='Why Men are Happier....'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-113564826493841045</id><published>2005-12-26T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T17:51:04.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dolben.org/nothingisperfect/images/2003ChristmasTree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://dolben.org/nothingisperfect/images/2003ChristmasTree.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merry Christmas to all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-113564826493841045?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/113564826493841045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=113564826493841045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113564826493841045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113564826493841045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-113512857437928654</id><published>2005-12-20T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T17:29:34.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" name="3" class="green"&gt;There's More to Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;There's more, much more to Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Than candle-light and cheer;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It's the spirit of sweet friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;That brightens all the year;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It's thoughtfulness and kindness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It's hope reborn again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;For peace, for understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And for goodwill to men!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-113512857437928654?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/113512857437928654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=113512857437928654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113512857437928654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113512857437928654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-113452461611030020</id><published>2005-12-13T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T17:43:36.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarter-life Crisis</title><content type='html'>They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis." It is when&lt;br /&gt;you stop going along with the crowd and start&lt;br /&gt;realizing that there are many things about&lt;br /&gt;yourself that you didn't know and may not like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start feeling insecure and wonder where you&lt;br /&gt;will be in a year or two, but then get scared&lt;br /&gt;because you barely know where you are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start realizing that people are selfish and&lt;br /&gt;that, maybe, those friends that you thought you&lt;br /&gt;were so close to aren't exactly the greatest&lt;br /&gt;people you have ever met, and the people you&lt;br /&gt;have&lt;br /&gt;lost touch with are some of the most important&lt;br /&gt;ones. What you don't recognize is that&lt;br /&gt;they are realizing that too, and aren't really&lt;br /&gt;cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are&lt;br /&gt;as confused as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look at your job... and it is not even close&lt;br /&gt;to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe&lt;br /&gt;you are looking for a job and realizing that you&lt;br /&gt;are going to start at the bottom! and that scares&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what&lt;br /&gt;others are doing and find yourself judging more&lt;br /&gt;than usual because suddenly you realize that you&lt;br /&gt;have certain boundaries in your life and are&lt;br /&gt;constantly adding things to your list of what is&lt;br /&gt;acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are&lt;br /&gt;insecure and then the next, secure. You laugh and&lt;br /&gt;cry with the greatest force of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel alone and scared and confused.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;change is the enemy and you try and cling on to&lt;br /&gt;the past with dear life, but soon realize that the&lt;br /&gt;past is drifting further and further away, and&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing to do but stay where you are or&lt;br /&gt;move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get your heart broken and wonder how&lt;br /&gt;someone&lt;br /&gt;you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie&lt;br /&gt;in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone&lt;br /&gt;decent&lt;br /&gt;enough that you want to get to know better. Or&lt;br /&gt;maybe you love someone but love someone else&lt;br /&gt;too&lt;br /&gt;and c! annot figure out why you are doing this&lt;br /&gt;because you know that you aren't a bad person.&lt;br /&gt;One&lt;br /&gt;night stands and random hook&lt;br /&gt;ups start to look cheap. Getting wasted and acting&lt;br /&gt;like an idiot starts to look pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go through the same emotions and questions&lt;br /&gt;over and over, and talk with your friends about&lt;br /&gt;the same topics because you cannot seem to&lt;br /&gt;make a&lt;br /&gt;decision. You worry about loans, money, the&lt;br /&gt;future&lt;br /&gt;and making a life for yourself... and while&lt;br /&gt;winning the race would be great, right now you'd&lt;br /&gt;just like to be a contender!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you may not realize is that everyone reading&lt;br /&gt;this relates to it. We are in our best of times&lt;br /&gt;and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can&lt;br /&gt;to figure this whole thing out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-113452461611030020?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/113452461611030020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=113452461611030020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113452461611030020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113452461611030020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/12/quarter-life-crisis.html' title='Quarter-life Crisis'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-113443609796054456</id><published>2005-12-12T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T17:08:17.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1: say yourself, say the name of the only guy or&lt;br /&gt;girl you wanna&lt;br /&gt;be with&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Think of something you wanna accomplish&lt;br /&gt;within&lt;br /&gt;the next week&lt;br /&gt;and say&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;to your self 6 times!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you had 1 wish what would it be? say it to&lt;br /&gt;yourself 9&lt;br /&gt;times!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Think of something that you want to happen&lt;br /&gt;between you and&lt;br /&gt;that 1&lt;br /&gt;special person and say it to your self 12&lt;br /&gt;times!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Now, heres the hard part! pick only 1of these&lt;br /&gt;wishes and as you&lt;br /&gt;scroll&lt;br /&gt;down focus and concentrat e on it and think on&lt;br /&gt;nothing else but&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;wish&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;final wish about that one wish that you picked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading this, you have 1 hour to send it&lt;br /&gt;out to 15 people, and&lt;br /&gt;what you wished for will come true within in one&lt;br /&gt;week!&lt;br /&gt;The more people you send it to, the stronger&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;wish will be! The&lt;br /&gt;more,&lt;br /&gt;the better!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you choose to ignore this letter, the&lt;br /&gt;opposite&lt;br /&gt;of what you wished&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;could happen, or it will just never come true!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-113443609796054456?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/113443609796054456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=113443609796054456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113443609796054456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113443609796054456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/12/1-say-yourself-say-name-of-only-guy-or.html' title=''/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-113409149266067953</id><published>2005-12-08T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T17:24:52.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Cellphone Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;According to a proposed new law that would go into effect Jan 1, 2006 you will no longer be able to use a cell phone while driving unless you have a "hands free" adapter.  I went to Globe and Smart Business Centers in SM branches and they wanted P2,500 for a headset with a microphone for my cell phone.  Having a friend in the cell phone business, I talked with him and was able to come up with an alternative, working through Ace Hardware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;These kits are compatible with any mobile phone and one size fits all.  I paid him P2.50 each because he bought in quantity.  Then we tried it with Nokia, Sony Ericsson and Samsung units and they worked perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A photo is attached so scroll down &amp; take a look and let me know if you want one.  Also, forward this to anyone you know, who has a cell phone, and who may want one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-113409149266067953?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/113409149266067953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=113409149266067953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113409149266067953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113409149266067953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-cellphone-law.html' title='New Cellphone Law'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-113375915800122473</id><published>2005-12-04T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T21:05:58.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware of DAD's EDSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;At first, I initially thought that bringing our relatives who have been away from the Philippines for a long time would enjoy a hearty feast by bringing them to one of the well known restaurant offering buffets everyone should probably be familiar with. Dad’s offers a  wide variety of food of different cuisines. But surprisingly, that attitude of knowing that one of your customer’s is a balikbayan, meaning people who have dollars in their pocket posed as an opportunity for them to be able to get more than just being paid for their packaged buffet servings, most notable the one located along EDSA near the Greenhills, San Juan area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the benefit of some people who have experienced this, DAD’s supposedly gives away cheap stuffed toys, usually going with bottomless iced tea drinks or shakes that anyone would want to order with their food. To my surprise, when the waiters found out that we had a balikbayan in tow, I was surprised to note them taking the stuffed toys from us, especially the children one by one. The first one to flare up was my brother, asking why they were taking them. It turned out that all of a sudden, these cheap stuffed toys will only be given with ORDINARY DRINKS! It’s kind of contradicting, considering that when my balikbayan Uncle and I arrived, we ordered a ripe mango shake and a bottomless Iced Tea and they gave us each one of these cheap stuffed toys that obviously came from Divisoria, probably being sold at less than P50.00. When the whole family ordered, it was then I noticed that they were not being given the same. When they asked from the waiters their stuffed toys, they took their sweet time assessing our group and only counted and gave to ordinary drinks, not the mango shakes or bottomless iced tea drinks anymore, since this is what most of us ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to retain my composure, I let it go, not wanting to ruin the day for my uncle who was visiting. When we got the bill, I was surprised to note, they were billing us for the damn stuffed toys! This really made me angry, and I really let them have a peace of my mind. I called the manager, and all of a sudden, he keeps telling me that these things are not for free but for sale! Geez!!! My Uncle just pacified me and paid for the stuffed toys, since it was for the kids, but if I had my way I would have stuffed it in their mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PASS this around to the people who you know endorse DADS. Especially now that it is the yuletide season, save yourself the embarrassment of such an ordeal, most especially the DAD’s branch located in EDSA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-113375915800122473?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/113375915800122473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=113375915800122473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113375915800122473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113375915800122473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/12/beware-of-dads-edsa.html' title='Beware of DAD&apos;s EDSA'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-113351243513730823</id><published>2005-12-02T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T00:44:07.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Later by Fra Lippo Lippi</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="lyrics"&gt;How could you come with me&lt;br /&gt;when you knew all along that you had to go&lt;br /&gt;How could you watch me sleep so close to you&lt;br /&gt;pretending not to know&lt;br /&gt;How could you memorize my name&lt;br /&gt;and forget who i am&lt;br /&gt;How could you think you're still the same&lt;br /&gt;believing i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to start pretending&lt;br /&gt;It's too late for a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;Later than the sunset, later than the rain&lt;br /&gt;Later than I never to love you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you ask for more with an innocent smile&lt;br /&gt;trusting me to stay&lt;br /&gt;How could you close the door and leave me here&lt;br /&gt;supposing i'm ok&lt;br /&gt;How could you breakdown my disguise&lt;br /&gt;and uncover my fears&lt;br /&gt;How could you look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;ignoring my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Repeat Chorus )&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-113351243513730823?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/113351243513730823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=113351243513730823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113351243513730823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113351243513730823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/12/later-by-fra-lippo-lippi.html' title='Later by Fra Lippo Lippi'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-113334399571968513</id><published>2005-11-30T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T01:46:36.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Cellphone at ang Bible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ang cellphone laging hawak ipinapakita,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ang Bible laging nakatago at ayaw ipakita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ang cellphone binibili kahit libo-libong halaga,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ang Bible ayaw bilhin, kahit isang daan ang halaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ang cellphone laging pinapalitan ng case,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ang Bible hindi man lang mabilhan ng case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ang cellphone ay ayaw magasgasan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ang Bible hinahayaang maalikabukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ang cellphone bihirang makaligtaan kung saan iniwan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ang Bible madaling makaligtaan kung saan naiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ang cellphone mahirap ipahiram, baka masira,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ang Bible madaling ipahiram, kahit mawala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ang cellphone laging binabasa kung may bagong message,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ang Bible hindi binabasa kaya hindi makita ang message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ang cellphone message masarap i-share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ang Bible verse nakakalimutang i-share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ang cellphone pinapakita ang lifestyle ng tao,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ang Bible nagpapabago ng lifestyle ng tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ang cellphone mabilis maluma,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ang Bible hindi naluluma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ang cellphone message kung minsan ay late,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ang Bible laging on time ang message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ang cellphone kailangan magload para mag-message,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ang Bible laging fully loaded ang message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ang cellphone ay mahalagang gamit ng tao,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pero ang Bible ay mas mahalaga kung gagamitin ng tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ang ganda di ba? Sa'n ka pa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I-forward mo kaya o itago nlang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's up to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-113334399571968513?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/113334399571968513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=113334399571968513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113334399571968513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113334399571968513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/11/ang-cellphone-at-ang-bible.html' title='Ang Cellphone at ang Bible'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-113324553815329803</id><published>2005-11-28T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T22:25:38.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaga Over Brandon Boyd!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/womn/music/hotrocks/brandonboyd_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/womn/music/hotrocks/brandonboyd_big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-113324553815329803?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/113324553815329803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=113324553815329803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113324553815329803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113324553815329803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/11/gaga-over-brandon-boyd.html' title='Gaga Over Brandon Boyd!'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-113288180919322416</id><published>2005-11-24T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T17:23:29.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things God won't Ask</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;God won't ask what kind of car you drove. He'll ask how many people you drove who didn't have transportation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won't ask the square footage of your house. He'll ask how many people you welcomed into your home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won't ask about the clothes you had in your closet. He'll ask how many you helped to clothe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won't ask what your highest salary was. He'll ask if you compromised your character to obtain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won't ask what your job title was. He'll ask if you performed your job to the best of your ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won't ask how many friends you had. He'll ask how many people to whom you were a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won't ask in what neighborhood you lived. He'll ask how you treated your neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won't ask about the color of your skin. He'll ask about the content of your character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won't ask why it took you so long to seek Salvation. He'll lovingly take you to your mansion in heaven, and not to the gates of Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won't ask how many people you forwarded this to. He'll ask if you were ashamed to pass it on to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-113288180919322416?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/113288180919322416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=113288180919322416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113288180919322416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113288180919322416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/11/things-god-wont-ask.html' title='Things God won&apos;t Ask'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-113256450607237521</id><published>2005-11-21T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T01:15:06.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons On Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;at a pear tree that was a great distance away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;summer, and the youngest son in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;what they had seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second son said no it was covered with green buds and full of  promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;had each seen but only one season in the tree's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons  are up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you give up when it's winter, you will miss the promise of your spring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral lessons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't  judge life by one difficult season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persevere through the difficult patches and better times are sure to come some time or later  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-113256450607237521?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/113256450607237521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=113256450607237521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113256450607237521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113256450607237521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/11/lessons-on-life.html' title='Lessons On Life'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-113255923930184199</id><published>2005-11-20T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T23:47:19.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's That Time of Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's that time of year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;when your so dynamic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That joyous holiday season has come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's never a fallible time, this season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All children radiant with fun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Everyone happy and laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;People indulging in the love of the season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The special day looming around the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's everyone's favorite time of year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-113255923930184199?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/113255923930184199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=113255923930184199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113255923930184199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113255923930184199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-that-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s That Time of Year'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-113193186138207427</id><published>2005-11-13T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T17:31:01.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; THANKS TO GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I pray that this will bless you as it blessed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Hello God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I called tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; To talk a little while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I need a friend who'll listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; To my anxiety and trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; You see, I can't quite make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Through a day just on my own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I need your love to guide me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; So I'll never feel alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I want to ask you please to keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; My family safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Come and fill their lives with confidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; For whatever fate they're bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Give me faith, dear God, to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Each hour throughout the day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; And not to worry over things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I can't change in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I thank you God for being home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; And listening to my call,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; For giving me such good advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; When I stumble and fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Your number, God, is the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; That answers every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I never get a busy signal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Never had to pay a dime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; So thank you, God, for listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my troubles and my sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Good night, God, I love You too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; And I'll call again tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Don't miss out on a blessing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it isn't packaged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; the way that you expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; My instructions were to send this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; to people that I wanted God to bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; and I picked you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Please pass this to people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; you want to be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Expect the unexpected.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Have A Happy Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-113193186138207427?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/113193186138207427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=113193186138207427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113193186138207427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113193186138207427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanks-to-god-i-pray-that-this-will.html' title=''/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-113152100057093609</id><published>2005-11-08T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T23:23:20.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Blessed Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; An unemployed graduate woke up one morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; and checked his pocket. All he had left was $100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; He decided to use it to buy food and then wait for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; death as he was too proud to go begging. He was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; frustrated as he could find no job, nobody was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; ready to help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; He bought food and as he sat down to eat, an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; old man and two little children came along and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; asked him to help them with food as they had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; not eaten for almost a week. He looked at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; They were so lean that he could see their bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; coming out. Their eyes had gone into the socket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; With the last bit of compassion he had, he gave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; them the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; The old man and children prayed for him that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; will bless and prosper him and then gave him a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; very old coin. The young graduate said to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; them "you need the prayer more than I do".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; With no money, no job, no food, the young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; graduate went under the bridge to rest and wait for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; death. As he was about to sleep, he saw an old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; newspaper on the floor. He picked it up, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; suddenly he saw an advertisement for people with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; old coins to come to a certain address. He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; decided to go there with the old coin the old man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; gave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; On getting to the place, he gave the proprietor the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; coin. Alas, the proprietor screamed, brought out a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; big book and showed the young graduate a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; photograph. this same old coin was worth $3M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; The young graduate was overjoyed as the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; proprietor gave him a bank draft for $3M within an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; hour. He collected the Bank Draft, went in search&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; of the old man and little children. By the time he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; got to where he left them eating, they had gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; He inquired from the owner of the canteen who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; told him that they even left a note for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; He quickly opened the note thinking it would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; lead him to find them. But alas, the words in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; note reads thus: "You gave us your all and we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; have rewarded you back with the coin" Signed God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; the Father, The Son and The Holy Ghost. 1 Kings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; 17:10-16; Matthew 11:28-30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Have you given your all to Jesus Christ? If you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; haven't, do so today and he will surprise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; PRAYER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Here is your financial blessing! It's a simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; prayer, you got 30 seconds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; If you need a financial blessing, continue reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; this email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Heavenly Father, most Gracious and Loving God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; I pray to you that you abundantly Bless my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; and me. I know that you recognize, that a family is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; more than just a mother, father, sister, brother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; husband and wife, but all Who believe and trust in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; you. Father, I send up a prayer request for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; financial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; blessing for not only the person who sent this to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; me, but for Me and all that I have forwarded this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; message on to. And that the power of joined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; prayer by those who believe and trust in you is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; more powerful Than anything. I thank you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; advance for your blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Father God, deliver the person reading this right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; now and those who will read it in the near future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; from debt and debt burdens. Release your Godly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; wisdom that I may be a good steward over all that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; You have given me Father, for I know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; wonderful and mighty you are and how if we just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; obey you and walk in your word and have the faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; of a Mustard seed that you will pour out blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; I thank you now Lord for the recent blessings I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; have received and for the blessings yet to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Because I know you are not done with me yet. In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Jesus name, I pray, Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-113152100057093609?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/113152100057093609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=113152100057093609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113152100057093609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113152100057093609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/11/be-blessed-today.html' title='Be Blessed Today'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-113144350730260432</id><published>2005-11-08T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T01:51:47.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 extra Things I Hate About Everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: courier new;"&gt;1. People who point at their wrist while asking for the time.... I know where my watch is pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire room for the tv remote because they refuse to walk to the tv and change the channel manually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too".  Damn right! What good is cake if you can't eat it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it is. Why the hell would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When people say while watching a film "did you see that?". No Loser, I paid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the damn floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. People who ask "Can I ask you a question?".... Didn't really give me a choice there, did ya sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When something is 'new and improved!'. Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it, couldn't be new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When people say "life is short". What the hell?? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever does!! What can you do that's longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks "Has the bus come yet?". If the bus came would I be standing here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-113144350730260432?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/113144350730260432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=113144350730260432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113144350730260432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113144350730260432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/11/9-extra-things-i-hate-about-everyone.html' title='9 extra Things I Hate About Everyone'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-113037607146870399</id><published>2005-10-26T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T18:21:11.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesdays with Morrie Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;If you're always battling against getting older, you're always going to be unhappy, because it's going to happen anyhow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-113037607146870399?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/113037607146870399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=113037607146870399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113037607146870399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113037607146870399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/10/tuesdays-with-morrie-quotes.html' title='Tuesdays with Morrie Quotes'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-113020602733058509</id><published>2005-10-24T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T19:07:07.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus and Satan were having an on-going argument about who was better on&lt;br /&gt;the computer. They had been going at it for days, and frankly God was tired&lt;br /&gt;of hearing all the bickering. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, fed up, God said, "THAT'S IT! I have&lt;br /&gt;had enough. I am going to set up a test that will run for two hours, and&lt;br /&gt;from those results, I will judge who does the better job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Satan and Jesus sat down at the keyboards and typed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They moused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They faxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They e-mailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They e-mailed with attachments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They downloaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did spreadsheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wrote reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They created labels and cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They created charts and graphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did some genealogy reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did every job known to man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus worked with heavenly efficiency and Satan was faster than hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, ten minutes before their time was up, lightning ! suddenly flashed&lt;br /&gt;across the sky, thunder rolled, rain poured, and, of course, the power&lt;br /&gt;went off.  Satan stared at his blank screen and screamed every curse word&lt;br /&gt;known in the underworld.  Jesus just sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the electricity came back on, and each of them restarted their&lt;br /&gt;computers.  Satan started searching frantically, screaming: "It's gone!&lt;br /&gt;It's all GONE! I lost everything when the power went out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Jesus quietly started printing out all of his files from the&lt;br /&gt;past two hours of work. Satan observed this and became irate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait!" he screamed. "That's not fair! He cheated! How come he has all&lt;br /&gt;his work and I don't have any?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  God just shrugged and said, "Jesus saves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-113020602733058509?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/113020602733058509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=113020602733058509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113020602733058509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113020602733058509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/10/computer-challenge.html' title='Computer Challenge'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-113012342814797245</id><published>2005-10-23T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T20:10:28.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Pancake in Life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Six -year-old Brandon decided one Saturday morning to fix his parents&lt;br /&gt;pancakes He found a big bowl and spoon, pulled a chair to the counter,&lt;br /&gt;opened the cupboard and pulled out the heavy flour canister, spilling it on&lt;br /&gt;the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He scooped some of the flour into the bowl with his hands, mixed in most of&lt;br /&gt;a cup of milk and added some sugar, leaving a floury trail on the floor&lt;br /&gt;which by now had a few tracks left by his kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon was covered with flour and getting frustrated He wanted this to be&lt;br /&gt;something very good for Mom and Dad, but it was getting very bad.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't know what to do next, whether to put it all into the oven or on&lt;br /&gt;the stove and he didn't know how the stove worked. Suddenly he saw his&lt;br /&gt;kitten licking from the bowl of mix and reached to push her away, knocking&lt;br /&gt;the egg carton to the floor. Frantically he tried to clean up this&lt;br /&gt;monumental mess but slipped on the eggs, getting his pajamas white and&lt;br /&gt;sticky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just then he saw Dad standing at the door Big crocodile tears welled up&lt;br /&gt;in Brandon's eyes. All he'd wanted to do was something good, but he'd made&lt;br /&gt;a terrible mess. He was sure a scolding was coming, maybe even a spanking.&lt;br /&gt;But his father just watched him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, walking through the mess, he picked up his crying son, hugged him and&lt;br /&gt;loved him, getting his own pajamas white and sticky in the process!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how God deals with us. We try to do something good in life, but it&lt;br /&gt;turns into a mess. Our marriage gets all sticky or we insult a friend, or&lt;br /&gt;we can't stand our job, or our health goes sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we just stand there in tears because we can't think of anything&lt;br /&gt;else to do. That's when God picks us up and loves us and forgives us, even&lt;br /&gt;though some of our mess gets all over Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just because we might mess up, we can't stop trying to "make pancakes"&lt;br /&gt;for God or for others. Sooner or later we'll get it right, and then they'll&lt;br /&gt;be glad we tried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking. .. and I wondered if I had any wounds needing to be healed,&lt;br /&gt;friendships that need rekindling or three words needing to be said,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, "I love you" can heal a mess. Remind every one of your friends&lt;br /&gt;that you love them. Even if you think they don't love back, you would be&lt;br /&gt;amazed at what those three little words, a smile, and a reminder like this&lt;br /&gt;can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I haven't told you lately... I LOVE YA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Please pass some of this love on to others....suppose one morning you were&lt;br /&gt;called to God; do all your friends know you love them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  Never stop "making pancakes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-113012342814797245?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/113012342814797245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=113012342814797245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113012342814797245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/113012342814797245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/10/making-pancake-in-life.html' title='Making Pancake in Life....'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112988854250855981</id><published>2005-10-21T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T02:55:42.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Spirit Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Oh Holy Spirit, who make me see everything and show me the way to reach my ideal. You who gave me the divine gift to forgive and forget the wrong that is done to me and who are in all instances of my life with me. I, in this short dialogue, want to thank you for everything and confirm once more that I never want to be separated from you no matter how great the material desires may be. I want to be with you and my loved ones in your perpetual glory. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person must pray this 3 consecutive days without stating one’s wish. After the 3rd day your wish will be granted no matter how difficult it may be. Promise to publish this as soon as your favor has been granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112988854250855981?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112988854250855981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112988854250855981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112988854250855981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112988854250855981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/10/holy-spirit-prayer.html' title='Holy Spirit Prayer'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112985841853974661</id><published>2005-10-20T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T18:33:38.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Novena to St. Jude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.imajlar.com/free_clipart/angel_clipart/angel_clipart_praying.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.imajlar.com/free_clipart/angel_clipart/angel_clipart_praying.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Oh, Holy St. Jude, apostle and martyr, great in virtue, rich in miracle. Near kingsman of Jesus Christ, faithful intercessor of all who invoked your special patronage in time of need. To you I have recourse from the depth of my heart. And humbly beg great power to come to my assistance. Help me in my present and most urgent petition (make your request), in return, I promise to make your name known and cause you to be invoked thy aid. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Pray this 9 times a day, for 9 consecutive days. On the 8th day your prayers will be answered, for this Novena has never known to fail. Publish this once your wish is granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112985841853974661?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112985841853974661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112985841853974661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112985841853974661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112985841853974661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/10/novena-to-st-jude.html' title='Novena to St. Jude'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112980170285007578</id><published>2005-10-20T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T02:48:22.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Christmas is a time for love and fun,&lt;br /&gt;A time to reshape souls and roots and skies,&lt;br /&gt;A time to give your heart to everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freely, like a rich and lavish sun,&lt;br /&gt;Like a burning star to those whose lonely sighs&lt;br /&gt;Show need of such a time for love and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For children first, whose pain is never done,&lt;br /&gt;Whose bright white fire of anguish never dies,&lt;br /&gt;It's time to give your heart to every one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That not one angel fall, to hatred won&lt;br /&gt;For lack of ears to listen to her cries,&lt;br /&gt;Or arms to carry him towards love and fun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or friends to care what happens on the run&lt;br /&gt;To adult life, where joy or sadness lies.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to give your heart to everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God loves all, and turns His back on none,&lt;br /&gt;Good or twisted, ignorant or wise.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is a time for love and fun,&lt;br /&gt;A time to give your heart to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poemsforfree.com"&gt;Poems&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112980170285007578?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112980170285007578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112980170285007578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112980170285007578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112980170285007578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/10/christmas-is-time-for-love-and-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112951416707278416</id><published>2005-10-16T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T18:56:07.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A husband takes his wife to play her first game of golf.....Of course,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the wife promptly hacked her first shot right through the window of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;biggest house adjacent to the course. The husband cringed, "I warned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you to be careful! Now we'll have to go up there, find the owner, apologize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and see how much your lousy drive is going  to cost us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; So the couple walked up to the house and knocked on the door. A warm voice said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Come on in." When they opened the door they saw the damage that  was done:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;glass was all over the place, and a broken antique bottle was lying on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;its side near the broken window. A man reclining on the couch asked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Are you the people that broke my window?" "Uh...yeah, sir. We're sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sorry about that," the husband replied. "Oh, no apology is necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Actually I want to thank you. You see I'm a genie, and I've been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;trapped in that bottle for a thousand years. Now that you've released me, I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;allowed to grant three wishes. I'll give you each one wish, but if you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;don't mind, I'll keep the last one for myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Wow, that's great!" the husband said. He pondered a moment and blurted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;out," I'd like a million dollars a year for the rest of my life."  "No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;problem," said the genie. "You've got it, it's the least I can do. And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll guarantee you a long, healthy life!"  "And now you, young lady,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;what do you want?" the genie asked." I'd like to own a gorgeous home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;complete with servants in every country in the world,"  she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Consider it done," the genie said. "And your homes will always be safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;from fire, burglary and natural disasters!"  "And now," the couple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;asked in unison, "what's your wish, genie?" "Well, since I've been trapped in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;that bottle and haven't been with a woman in more than a thousand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;years, my wish is to have sex with your wife." The husband looked at his wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and said, "Gee, honey, you know we both now have a fortune, and all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;those houses. What do you think?"  She mulled it over for a few moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and said, "You know,you're right considering our good fortune, I guess I wouldn't mind, but what about you, honey?"  "You know I love you sweetheart," said the husband. "I'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;do the same for you!"  So the genie and the woman went upstairs where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;they spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The genie was insatiable. After about three hours of non-stop sex, the genie rolled over and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;looked directly into her eyes and asked "How old are you and your husband?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why, we're both 35," she responded breathlessly.  NO KIDDING? Thirty-five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;years old and both of you still believe in genies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112951416707278416?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112951416707278416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112951416707278416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112951416707278416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112951416707278416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/10/husband-takes-his-wife-to-play-her.html' title=''/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112927556755520532</id><published>2005-10-14T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T00:39:27.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Marry An April Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#800000;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Praise the spells and bless the charms,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I found April in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;April golden, April cloudy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;April soft in flowered languor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;April cold with sudden anger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Ever changing, ever true --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I love April, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: webdings;" href="http://www.poemhunter.com/"&gt;More Poems&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt; --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112927556755520532?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112927556755520532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112927556755520532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112927556755520532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112927556755520532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/10/always-marry-april-girl.html' title='Always Marry An April Girl!'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112916919316907068</id><published>2005-10-12T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T19:06:33.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anatomy of a True Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eyes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will always see you for the way you really are, your true self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ears:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will always have them open to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mouth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To always tell you the truth and give opinion, tell you when you mess up or do something good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoulders:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will offer when you need one to cry on and will be your strength when you find it hard to carry yourself. Will always let you lean on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heart:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love you for who you are and not judge. Will always have a place there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hands:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hold yours when you need a little guidance, to lend when you need help, and to help you up when you may fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arms:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will always make you feel comfortable in them and to offer hugs when you need one. Will try to warm when you are cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To walk with you throughout your life and be the best friend they can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112916919316907068?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112916919316907068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112916919316907068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112916919316907068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112916919316907068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/10/anatomy-of-true-friend.html' title='Anatomy of a True Friend'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112908238571692625</id><published>2005-10-11T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T18:59:45.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Women shouldn't apologize for</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;To all the ladies in the house....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never apologize for pursuing what&lt;br /&gt;makes you happy. Even if you need&lt;br /&gt;to quit your job, transfer schools, or&lt;br /&gt;move across country always do what&lt;br /&gt;you really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Never apologize for using proper&lt;br /&gt;English. Keeping it real doesn't mean&lt;br /&gt;speaking Ebonics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Never apologize for giving your best in&lt;br /&gt;a relationship that just didn't work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Never apologize for being successful.&lt;br /&gt;Only haters want to keep you at their&lt;br /&gt;level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Never apologize for crying. Wear&lt;br /&gt;waterproof mascara and express&lt;br /&gt;yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Never apologize for ten pounds you&lt;br /&gt;need to lose. People who truly care&lt;br /&gt;about you will accept you as you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Never apologize for being frugal. Just&lt;br /&gt;because you save your money instead&lt;br /&gt;of blowing it on the latest fashion&lt;br /&gt;emergency doesn't mean you're&lt;br /&gt;cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't apologize for being a single mom.&lt;br /&gt;Babies are a  blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Never apologize for treating yourself to&lt;br /&gt;something special. Sometimes you hav&lt;br /&gt;to show yourself some appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Never apologize for leaving an abusive&lt;br /&gt;relationship. Your safety should always be&lt;br /&gt;a priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Never apologize for keeping the ring&lt;br /&gt;even if wedding bells won't chime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Never apologize for setting high&lt;br /&gt;standards in a relationship. You know&lt;br /&gt;what you can tolerate and&lt;br /&gt;what simply gets on your nerves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Never apologize for saying NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Never apologize for asking for what&lt;br /&gt;you want in bed. If you don't, then&lt;br /&gt;who will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Never apologize for wearing a&lt;br /&gt;weave.You bought it so it's yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Never apologize to your new friends&lt;br /&gt;about old friends. There's a reason&lt;br /&gt;she's been your girl from&lt;br /&gt;day one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Never apologize for ordering dessert.&lt;br /&gt;Or more than one dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Never apologize for dating outside your&lt;br /&gt;race. Just because you f ound  Mr.&lt;br /&gt;Right across the color&lt;br /&gt;line doesn't mean you don't love your&lt;br /&gt;brothas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 . Never apologize for not knowing how&lt;br /&gt;to cook.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you can't burn like Grandma,&lt;br /&gt;you know how to order good take out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Never apologize for your taste in&lt;br /&gt;clothes. It's your style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 . Never apologize for changing your&lt;br /&gt;mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 . Never apologize for exercising your&lt;br /&gt;right to&lt;br /&gt;choose. It's your body and your right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Never apologize for making&lt;br /&gt;more money than&lt;br /&gt;your man, you work hard and you deserve&lt;br /&gt;to get&lt;br /&gt;paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Never apologize for being you! "KEEP&lt;br /&gt;YOUR&lt;br /&gt;HEAD UP AND KEEP MOVING&lt;br /&gt;FORWARD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112908238571692625?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112908238571692625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112908238571692625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112908238571692625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112908238571692625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/10/things-women-shouldnt-apologize-for.html' title='Things Women shouldn&apos;t apologize for'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112891010784286156</id><published>2005-10-09T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T19:59:45.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Grow Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Many people are afraid of growing old.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of growing old and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people are afraid of growing old, alone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of growing old, insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people are afraid of losing their looks.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of losing my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people are afraid of losing their youth.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of losing my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're 15, 35 seems ancient.&lt;br /&gt;When you're 35, 15 seems juvenile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turnaround in a split second - two decades zoom past and&lt;br /&gt;before you know it, it's only a mile to the next millennium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fear age,&lt;br /&gt;it's a right of person-hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fear death- it's God's greatest jest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't grow old - you don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't date because you're desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't marry because you're miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have kids because you think your genes are superior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't separate because you think it's fashionable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't drink because you have troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't gamble because you think winning is inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't philander because you think you're irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;Most likely, you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't associate with people you can't trust.&lt;br /&gt;Don't cheat.&lt;br /&gt;Don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;Don't pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to buy your way into the kingdom of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't dictate because you're smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't demand because you're stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't sleep around because you think you're old enough and know&lt;br /&gt;better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hurt your kids because loving them is harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't sell yourself, your family or your ideals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stagnate.&lt;br /&gt;Don't regress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn a new skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start a new career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't live in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time can't bring anything or anyone back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't put your life on hold for possibly Mr. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw you life away on absolutely Mr. Wrong because your&lt;br /&gt;biological clock is ticking and you can't afford to have your&lt;br /&gt;eggs harvested before the new millennium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always a mad rush to something, somewhere - but victory&lt;br /&gt;does not always belong to those who finish first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, there is no race to be won, only a price to be paid&lt;br /&gt;for some of life's more hasty decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't always go with the throng who could be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you have to be alone to be enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To terminate your loneliness, reach out to the homeless.&lt;br /&gt;To feed your nurturing instincts, care for the needy.&lt;br /&gt;To fulfill your parenting fantasies, get a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring another life into this world for all the wrong&lt;br /&gt;reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep yourself warm, buy a jacket.&lt;br /&gt;In the long run, it will be less complicated and less costly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make yourself happy, pursue your passions and be the best of&lt;br /&gt;what you can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplify your life.&lt;br /&gt;Take away the clutter.&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of destructive elements - abusive friends, nasty habits&lt;br /&gt;and dangerous liaisons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't abandon your responsibilities, but don't overdose on duty.&lt;br /&gt;Don't live life recklessly without thought and feeling for your&lt;br /&gt;family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be true to yourself. Don't commit when you're not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't keep others waiting needlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall in love - it's the greatest thing on earth.&lt;br /&gt;But take care and remember, after the fall must come the rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on that trip. Don't postpone it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say those words. Don't let the moment pass.&lt;br /&gt;Do what you must even at society's scorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write poetry. Love deeply. Walk barefoot. Hold hands.&lt;br /&gt;Dance with wild abandon. Cry at the movies.&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait for someone to take care of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You light up your life.&lt;br /&gt;You drive yourself to your destination.&lt;br /&gt;No one completes you - except you.&lt;br /&gt;It is true that life doesn't get easier with age.&lt;br /&gt;It only gets more challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose your capacity to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pursue your passions.&lt;br /&gt;Live your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose faith in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't grow old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112891010784286156?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112891010784286156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112891010784286156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112891010784286156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112891010784286156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/10/dont-grow-old.html' title='Don&apos;t Grow Old'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112867433458643950</id><published>2005-10-07T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T20:01:07.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Qoutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;On life's journey faith is nourishment, virtuous deeds are a shelter, wisdom is the light by day and right mindfulness is the protection by night. If a man lives a pure life, nothing can destroy him. -- Buddha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112867433458643950?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112867433458643950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112867433458643950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112867433458643950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112867433458643950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/10/life-qoutes.html' title='Life Qoutes'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112856820317862917</id><published>2005-10-05T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T20:10:14.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isang kwentong may kurot sa puso....</title><content type='html'>&lt;noscript&gt; &lt;meta equiv="Refresh" content="0; URL=/ym/login?nojs=1"&gt; &lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;link media="all" href="http://us.js2.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/lib/pim/r/medici/11_14/mail/us/mail_peas_all.css" type="text/css" rel="stylesheet"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var icjsdis = false;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://us.js2.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/lib/pim/r/medici/11_14/mail/mailcommonlib.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.replbq{width:100%}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;!--         function ReplySMS(p_sFrom,p_sTo)    {     var oForm = document.showLetter;     var sURI = oForm.ymuri.value;     var sURLExtras = oForm.urlextras.value;     var sFrom = p_sFrom.replace(/\+/g, '%2b');     var sLocation = '/' + sURI + '/ComposeSMS?' + sURLExtras + '&amp;To=' + sFrom + "&amp;REP=1&amp;From=" + p_sTo ;     window.location.href = sLocation;    };        var pwWarningShown = false;        function ShowPwWarning()    {     if(!pwWarningShown)     {      alert(document.showLetter.passwordwarningmessage.value);      pwWarningShown = true;     }    };        var noFormWarning = false;        function ShowFormWarning()    {     if(noFormWarning) return true;         var oForm = document.showLetter;     if(window.showModalDialog)     {      var sURI = oForm.ymuri.value;      var sURLExtras = oForm.urlextras.value;            var r = showModalDialog("/"+sURI+"/Static?file=FormWarning.html&amp;"+sURLExtras,null,"dialogWidth:456px;dialogHeight:230px;center:yes;resizeable:no;status:no;help:no;scroll:no");          if(r)      {       if(r.dontshow)       {        noFormWarning = true;        window.open("/"+sURI+"/Asynch?op=noformwarn&amp;"+sURLExtras,"asynch");       }       return r.send;      }      return false;     }     else return confirm(oForm.formwarningmessage.value);    };     function ShowLinkWarning()    {     if(noFormWarning) return true;         var oForm = document.showLetter;     if(window.showModalDialog)     {      var sURI = oForm.ymuri.value;      var sURLExtras = oForm.urlextras.value;            var r = showModalDialog("/"+sURI+"/Static?file=LinkWarning.html&amp;"+sURLExtras,null,"dialogWidth:456px;dialogHeight:230px;center:yes;resizeable:no;status:no;help:no;scroll:no");          if(r)      {       if(r.dontshow)       {        noFormWarning = true;        window.open("/"+sURI+"/Asynch?op=noformwarn&amp;"+sURLExtras,"asynch");       }       return r.send;      }      return false;     }     else return confirm(oForm.linkwarningmessage.value);    }        function Reply_Click()    {      ResetFields();        var oEvent = this.Event;     var nOffsetX = (oEvent.layerX) ? (oEvent.layerX) : oEvent.offsetX;          if(nOffsetX &gt; (this.offsetWidth-22)) this.Menu.Show();     else     {                  if( parent.showCompose &amp;&amp; document.showLetter.ICOK.value == "1" )       return doInstacomposeReply();       document.compose.REP.value = "1";      if (self.name == "ymailmain") {       parent.setReplyForwardKind("");       }      document.compose.submit();        }    };        function ReplyMenu_Click()    {      var oLI = this.Sender.tagName == "LI" ? this.Sender : this.Sender.parentNode;     if(parseInt(oLI.value) == 0) document.compose.REP.value = "1";     else document.compose.REPA.value = "1";               if( parent.showCompose &amp;&amp; document.showLetter.ICOK.value == "1" )     {      return document.compose.REPA.value == "1" ? doInstacomposeReplyAll() : doInstacomposeReply();     }     if (self.name == "ymailmain") {      parent.setReplyForwardKind("");      }     document.compose.submit();    };       function doInstacomposeReply()    {        var urlExtras = "box=Inbox&amp;Mid=4195_12576646_67003_3337_5130_0_2904_16001_2838740001&amp;inc=&amp;Search=&amp;Idx=6&amp;YY=17180&amp;order=down&amp;sort=date&amp;pos=0&amp;view=a&amp;head=b"        var b = document.showLetter.ICReplyBody.value;        if (b != "") {               b = "\n---  wrote:\n" + b;        }              parent.showCompose( b,      document.showLetter.ICReplyTo.value,      document.showLetter.FromAddress.value,      document.showLetter.ICReplySubj.value,      '',       'Reply',      urlExtras);    };      function doInstacomposeReplyAll()    {        var urlExtras = "box=Inbox&amp;Mid=4195_12576646_67003_3337_5130_0_2904_16001_2838740001&amp;inc=&amp;Search=&amp;Idx=6&amp;YY=17180&amp;order=down&amp;sort=date&amp;pos=0&amp;view=a&amp;head=b"        var b = document.showLetter.ICReplyBody.value;        if (b != "") {        b = "\n---  wrote:\n" + b;        }              parent.showCompose( b,       document.showLetter.ICReplyAllTo.value,       document.showLetter.FromAddress.value,       document.showLetter.ICReplySubj.value,       document.showLetter.ICReplyAllCc.value,       'Reply',       urlExtras );     };      function doInstacomposeForward()    {         var urlExtras = "box=Inbox&amp;Mid=4195_12576646_67003_3337_5130_0_2904_16001_2838740001&amp;inc=&amp;Search=&amp;Idx=6&amp;YY=17180&amp;order=down&amp;sort=date&amp;pos=0&amp;view=a&amp;head=b"        var b = document.showLetter.ICFwdBody.value;                             b = "\n---  wrote:\n" + b;                 parent.showCompose(       b,       "",       document.showLetter.FromAddress.value,      document.showLetter.ICFwdSubj.value,      "",       'Forward',      urlExtras );     };         function Forward_Click()    {      ResetFields();     var oEvent = this.Event;     var nOffsetX = (oEvent.layerX) ? (oEvent.layerX) : oEvent.offsetX;         if(nOffsetX &gt; (this.offsetWidth-22)) this.Menu.Show();     else     {                 if( parent.showCompose       &amp;&amp; document.showLetter.ICOK.value == "1"      &amp;&amp; document.compose.fwopt.value == 'quoted' )       return doInstacomposeForward();       document.compose.FWD.value = "1";      document.compose.submit();         }    };        function ForwardMenu_Click()    {      var oLI = this.Sender.tagName == "LI" ? this.Sender : this.Sender.parentNode;     document.compose.FWD.value = "1";     document.compose.fwopt.value = (parseInt(oLI.value) == 0) ? 'quoted' : 'attach';               if( document.compose.fwopt.value == 'quoted'       &amp;&amp; parent       &amp;&amp; parent.showCompose &amp;&amp; document.showLetter.ICOK.value == "1" )      return doInstacomposeForward();      document.compose.submit();    };     function ResetFields()     {     document.compose.REP.value = '';     document.compose.REPA.value = '';     document.compose.FWD.value = '';    }     function Delete_Click(p_oSender)       {        var oForm = p_oSender.form;        oForm.DEL.value = "Delete";     oForm.submit();       };           //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt; &lt;meta equiv="Refresh" content="0; URL=/ym/login?nojs=1"&gt; &lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;link media="all" href="http://us.js2.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/lib/pim/r/medici/11_14/mail/us/mail_peas_all.css" type="text/css" rel="stylesheet"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var icjsdis = false;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://us.js2.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/lib/pim/r/medici/11_14/mail/mailcommonlib.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.replbq{width:100%}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;!--         function ReplySMS(p_sFrom,p_sTo)    {     var oForm = document.showLetter;     var sURI = oForm.ymuri.value;     var sURLExtras = oForm.urlextras.value;     var sFrom = p_sFrom.replace(/\+/g, '%2b');     var sLocation = '/' + sURI + '/ComposeSMS?' + sURLExtras + '&amp;To=' + sFrom + "&amp;REP=1&amp;From=" + p_sTo ;     window.location.href = sLocation;    };        var pwWarningShown = false;        function ShowPwWarning()    {     if(!pwWarningShown)     {      alert(document.showLetter.passwordwarningmessage.value);      pwWarningShown = true;     }    };        var noFormWarning = false;        function ShowFormWarning()    {     if(noFormWarning) return true;         var oForm = document.showLetter;     if(window.showModalDialog)     {      var sURI = oForm.ymuri.value;      var sURLExtras = oForm.urlextras.value;            var r = showModalDialog("/"+sURI+"/Static?file=FormWarning.html&amp;"+sURLExtras,null,"dialogWidth:456px;dialogHeight:230px;center:yes;resizeable:no;status:no;help:no;scroll:no");          if(r)      {       if(r.dontshow)       {        noFormWarning = true;        window.open("/"+sURI+"/Asynch?op=noformwarn&amp;"+sURLExtras,"asynch");       }       return r.send;      }      return false;     }     else return confirm(oForm.formwarningmessage.value);    };     function ShowLinkWarning()    {     if(noFormWarning) return true;         var oForm = document.showLetter;     if(window.showModalDialog)     {      var sURI = oForm.ymuri.value;      var sURLExtras = oForm.urlextras.value;            var r = showModalDialog("/"+sURI+"/Static?file=LinkWarning.html&amp;"+sURLExtras,null,"dialogWidth:456px;dialogHeight:230px;center:yes;resizeable:no;status:no;help:no;scroll:no");          if(r)      {       if(r.dontshow)       {        noFormWarning = true;        window.open("/"+sURI+"/Asynch?op=noformwarn&amp;"+sURLExtras,"asynch");       }       return r.send;      }      return false;     }     else return confirm(oForm.linkwarningmessage.value);    }        function Reply_Click()    {      ResetFields();        var oEvent = this.Event;     var nOffsetX = (oEvent.layerX) ? (oEvent.layerX) : oEvent.offsetX;          if(nOffsetX &gt; (this.offsetWidth-22)) this.Menu.Show();     else     {                  if( parent.showCompose &amp;&amp; document.showLetter.ICOK.value == "1" )       return doInstacomposeReply();       document.compose.REP.value = "1";      if (self.name == "ymailmain") {       parent.setReplyForwardKind("");       }      document.compose.submit();        }    };        function ReplyMenu_Click()    {      var oLI = this.Sender.tagName == "LI" ? this.Sender : this.Sender.parentNode;     if(parseInt(oLI.value) == 0) document.compose.REP.value = "1";     else document.compose.REPA.value = "1";               if( parent.showCompose &amp;&amp; document.showLetter.ICOK.value == "1" )     {      return document.compose.REPA.value == "1" ? doInstacomposeReplyAll() : doInstacomposeReply();     }     if (self.name == "ymailmain") {      parent.setReplyForwardKind("");      }     document.compose.submit();    };       function doInstacomposeReply()    {        var urlExtras = "box=Inbox&amp;Mid=4195_12576646_67003_3337_5130_0_2904_16001_2838740001&amp;inc=&amp;Search=&amp;Idx=6&amp;YY=17180&amp;order=down&amp;sort=date&amp;pos=0&amp;view=a&amp;head=b"        var b = document.showLetter.ICReplyBody.value;        if (b != "") {               b = "\n---  wrote:\n" + b;        }              parent.showCompose( b,      document.showLetter.ICReplyTo.value,      document.showLetter.FromAddress.value,      document.showLetter.ICReplySubj.value,      '',       'Reply',      urlExtras);    };      function doInstacomposeReplyAll()    {        var urlExtras = "box=Inbox&amp;Mid=4195_12576646_67003_3337_5130_0_2904_16001_2838740001&amp;inc=&amp;Search=&amp;Idx=6&amp;YY=17180&amp;order=down&amp;sort=date&amp;pos=0&amp;view=a&amp;head=b"        var b = document.showLetter.ICReplyBody.value;        if (b != "") {        b = "\n---  wrote:\n" + b;        }              parent.showCompose( b,       document.showLetter.ICReplyAllTo.value,       document.showLetter.FromAddress.value,       document.showLetter.ICReplySubj.value,       document.showLetter.ICReplyAllCc.value,       'Reply',       urlExtras );     };      function doInstacomposeForward()    {         var urlExtras = "box=Inbox&amp;Mid=4195_12576646_67003_3337_5130_0_2904_16001_2838740001&amp;inc=&amp;Search=&amp;Idx=6&amp;YY=17180&amp;order=down&amp;sort=date&amp;pos=0&amp;view=a&amp;head=b"        var b = document.showLetter.ICFwdBody.value;                             b = "\n---  wrote:\n" + b;                 parent.showCompose(       b,       "",       document.showLetter.FromAddress.value,      document.showLetter.ICFwdSubj.value,      "",       'Forward',      urlExtras );     };         function Forward_Click()    {      ResetFields();     var oEvent = this.Event;     var nOffsetX = (oEvent.layerX) ? (oEvent.layerX) : oEvent.offsetX;         if(nOffsetX &gt; (this.offsetWidth-22)) this.Menu.Show();     else     {                 if( parent.showCompose       &amp;&amp; document.showLetter.ICOK.value == "1"      &amp;&amp; document.compose.fwopt.value == 'quoted' )       return doInstacomposeForward();       document.compose.FWD.value = "1";      document.compose.submit();         }    };        function ForwardMenu_Click()    {      var oLI = this.Sender.tagName == "LI" ? this.Sender : this.Sender.parentNode;     document.compose.FWD.value = "1";     document.compose.fwopt.value = (parseInt(oLI.value) == 0) ? 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'quoted' : 'attach';               if( document.compose.fwopt.value == 'quoted'       &amp;&amp; parent       &amp;&amp; parent.showCompose &amp;&amp; document.showLetter.ICOK.value == "1" )      return doInstacomposeForward();      document.compose.submit();    };     function ResetFields()     {     document.compose.REP.value = '';     document.compose.REPA.value = '';     document.compose.FWD.value = '';    }     function Delete_Click(p_oSender)       {        var oForm = p_oSender.form;        oForm.DEL.value = "Delete";     oForm.submit();       };           //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;Somewhere in Milaor, Camarines Sur, there lived a fourth grader boy who&lt;br /&gt;would follow this route to school everyday: He has to cross the rugged&lt;br /&gt;plains and cross the dangerous highway where vehicles are recklessly&lt;br /&gt;driving to and from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once past this highway, the boy would take a short cut, passing by the&lt;br /&gt;Church every morning just to say Hi to God, and faithfully say&lt;br /&gt;his, "Magandang umaga po" in Bicol dialect. He was faithfully being&lt;br /&gt;watched by a Priest who was happy to find innocence so uplifting in the&lt;br /&gt;morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kamusta, Andoy? Papasok ka na?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Opo padre ... "he would flash his innocent grin, the priest would be&lt;br /&gt;touched. He was so concerned that one day he talked to Andoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From school...", he advised "Do not cross the highway, you can&lt;br /&gt;pass through the Church and I can accompany you to the other side of the&lt;br /&gt;road...that way I can see that you are home safe...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you father ... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you go home ... why do you stay in&lt;br /&gt;this church right after school?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just want to say 'Hi' to my friend, God,"   and the priest&lt;br /&gt;would leave the boy to spend time beside the altar,&lt;br /&gt;talking to himself, but the priest was hiding behind the altar to&lt;br /&gt;listen to what this boy has to say to his heavenly FATHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know my math exam was pretty bad today, but I did not cheat&lt;br /&gt;although my seatmate is bullying me for notes... I ate one cracker and drank my water, Itay had a bad season and all I can eat is this cracker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for this! I saw a poor kitten who was hungry and I know&lt;br /&gt;how he feels so I gave my last cracker to him ... funny but I am not&lt;br /&gt;that hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Look, this is my last pair of slippers ...I may have to walk&lt;br /&gt;barefoot next week, you see this is about to be broken... but it is okay....at least I am still going to school.... Some say we will have a hard season this month,some of my classmates have already stopped going to school ....please help them get to school again, please God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Oh, you know, Inay hit me again, it is painful, but I know&lt;br /&gt;this pain will pass away, at least I still have a mother.... God, you want to see my bruises? I know you can heal them.... Here... here and .... oh...blood...I guess you knew about this one huh? Please don't be mad at Inay, she is just tired and she worries for the food in our table and my schooling that is why she hits us....Oh, I think I am in love ... there's this pretty girl          in my class, her name is Anita ... do you think she will like me? Anyway, at least I know you will always like me, I don't have to be anybody just to please you, you are my very best friend! Hey your birthday is two days from now!!! Aren't you excited? I am! Wait till you see, I have a gift for you ..... but it is a surprise! I hope you will like it! Oooops, I have to go ..." then he stood&lt;br /&gt;up and calls out, "Padre, padre, I am finished talking to my&lt;br /&gt;friend ....youcan accompany me to the other side of the road now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This routine happens everyday. Andoy never fails. Father Agaton&lt;br /&gt;shares this every Sunday to the people in his church because he has not seen a very pure faith and trust in God, a very positive look at negative situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Christmas day, Father Agaton was sick so he could not make it&lt;br /&gt;in the Church, he was sent to the hospital. The Church was left to 4&lt;br /&gt;manangs who would chant the rosary in 1000 miles per hour, would not smile and would always find fault in what you do, they were also very well versed in cursing if you irritate them! They were kneeling, saying their kilometric rosary when Andoy, coming from his Christmas party,playfully dashed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello God! I ......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"P----!! (a curse) bata ka!! Alam mo nang may nagdadasal!! Alis!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Andoy was so terrified, "Where's Father Agaton? He is&lt;br /&gt;supposed to help me cross the street ... and to be able to cross the street I will have to pass by the back door of this church ...not only that, I have to greet Jesus. It is His birthday, I have a gift right here...." Just as he was about to get the gift out of his shirt, the manang pulled his shirt and threw him out of the church. "Susmaryosep!!! (does the sign of the cross fervently) Alis kang bata ka, kung hindi matatamaan ka!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the boy had no choice but to cross the dangerous side of the&lt;br /&gt;road in front of the church. He crossed. A fast moving bus came in.&lt;br /&gt;There was a blind curve. The boy was protecting his gift inside&lt;br /&gt;his shirt,so he was not looking. There was so little time. Andoy died on the spot. A lot of people crowded the poor boy, the body of a lifeless young boy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, out of nowhere a tall man in a pure white shirt and&lt;br /&gt;pants, a face so mild and gentle, but with eyes full of tears... He came and carried the boy in His arms. He was crying. Curious bystanders nudged the man in white, and asked,"Excuse me sir, are you related to this child? Do you know this child?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man in white, His face mourning and in agony, looked up and&lt;br /&gt;answered,"He was my best friend .... " was all he said. He took the badly wrapped gift in the bloody chest of the lifeless boy, and placedit near His heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood up and carried the boy away and they both disappeared in&lt;br /&gt;sight.The crowd was curious ...On Christmas Eve, Father Agaton learned of the shocking news. He visited the house, and wanted to verify about the man in white. He consulted the parents of Andoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How did you know that your son died?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A man in white brought him here." sobbed the mother. "What did&lt;br /&gt;he say?"&lt;br /&gt;The father answered, "He did not say anything. He was mourning.&lt;br /&gt;We do not know him and yet he was very lonely about our son's death, as if he knew our son very well. But there was something peaceful and unexplainable about him.&lt;br /&gt;He gave me my son, and then he smiled peacefully. He brushed my&lt;br /&gt;son's hair away from his face and kissed him on his forehead, then he whispered something..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did he say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He said to my boy..." the father began, "Thank you for the gift&lt;br /&gt;... I will see you soon ... you will be with me..." and the&lt;br /&gt;father of the boy continued, "and you know for a while, it felt so&lt;br /&gt;wonderful ... I cried, but I do not know why....all I know is I&lt;br /&gt;cried tears of joy .... I could not explain it, Father, but when&lt;br /&gt;that man left, something peaceful came over me, I felt a deep&lt;br /&gt;sense of love inside ... I could not explain the joy in my heart, I&lt;br /&gt;knew my boy is in heaven now but...tell me, Father, who is this man&lt;br /&gt;that my son talks to everyday in your church, you should know because you are always there ... except at the time of his death ......"Father Agaton suddenlyfelt the tears welling in his eyes, with trembling knees, he murmurred, " ... He was talking to no one..... but .. GOD...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love this story, please. pass this on to your friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112856820317862917?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112856820317862917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112856820317862917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112856820317862917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112856820317862917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/10/isang-kwentong-may-kurot-sa-puso.html' title='Isang kwentong may kurot sa puso....'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112847431780180170</id><published>2005-10-04T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T18:05:17.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A nice reflection to share.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:130%;color:#000080;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;my mom only had one eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i hated her... she was such an embarressment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;my mom ran a small shop at a flea market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;she collected little weeds and such to sell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;anything for the money we needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;she was such an embarressment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;there was this one day during elementary school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;it was field day, and my mom came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i was so embarressed. how could she do this to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;me? i threw her a hateful look and ran out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;the next day at school...&lt;br /&gt;"your mom only has one eye?!?!" ..and they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;taunted me.&lt;br /&gt;i wished that my mom would just dissappear from this world&lt;br /&gt;so i said to my mom,&lt;br /&gt;"mom.. why dont you have the other eye?!&lt;br /&gt;if you're only gonna make me a laughingstock,&lt;br /&gt;why dont you just die?!!!"&lt;br /&gt;my mom did not respond..&lt;br /&gt;i guess i felt a little bad, but at the same time, it&lt;br /&gt;felt good to think that i had said what i'd wanted to&lt;br /&gt;say all this time..&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was because my mom hadnt punished me,&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt think that i had hurt her feelings very badly.&lt;br /&gt;that night...&lt;br /&gt;i woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.&lt;br /&gt;my mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she&lt;br /&gt;was afraid that she might wake me.&lt;br /&gt;i took a look at her, then turned away.&lt;br /&gt;because of the thing i had said to her earlier, there&lt;br /&gt;was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;even so, i hated my mother who was crying out of&lt;br /&gt;her one eye. so i told myself that i would grow up&lt;br /&gt;and become successful.&lt;br /&gt;cause i hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:130%;"&gt;then i studied real hard.&lt;br /&gt;i left my mother and came to Seoul and studied,&lt;br /&gt;and got accepted in the Seoul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:130%;"&gt; with all&lt;br /&gt;the confidence i had.&lt;br /&gt;then, i got married.&lt;br /&gt;i bought a house of my own.&lt;br /&gt;then i had kids, too..&lt;br /&gt;now i'm living happily as a successful man.&lt;br /&gt;i like it here because it's a place that doesnt&lt;br /&gt;remind me of my mom.&lt;br /&gt;this happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:130%;"&gt;what?!&lt;br /&gt;who's this?!&lt;br /&gt;...it was my mother...&lt;br /&gt;..still with her one eye.&lt;br /&gt;it felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me.&lt;br /&gt;my little girl ran away, scared of my mom's eye.&lt;br /&gt;and i asked her,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:130%;"&gt;"who are you?!"&lt;br /&gt;"i dont know you!!!" as if trying to make that real. i&lt;br /&gt;screamed at her," how dare you come to my house and scare my daughter!" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:130%;"&gt;and to this, my mother quietly answered,&lt;br /&gt;"oh, i'm so sorry. i may have gotten the wrong address,"&lt;br /&gt;and she dissappeared out of sight. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:130%;"&gt;thank goodness... she doesn't recognize me..&lt;br /&gt;i was quite relieved.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:130%;"&gt;i told myself that i wasnt going to care, or think&lt;br /&gt;about this for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;then a wave of relief came upon me... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:130%;"&gt;one day, a letter regarding a school reunion came&lt;br /&gt;to my house. so, lying to my wife that i was going&lt;br /&gt;on a business trip, i went.&lt;br /&gt;after the reunion, i went down to the old shack,&lt;br /&gt;that i used to call a house...just out of curiosity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:130%;"&gt;there, i found my mother fallen on the cold ground.&lt;br /&gt;but i did not shed a single tear.&lt;br /&gt;she had a piece of paper in her hand.... it was a letter to me. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:130%;"&gt;my son...&lt;br /&gt;i think my life has been long enough now..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:130%;"&gt;and... i wont visit Seoul anymore...&lt;br /&gt;but would it be too much to ask if i wanted you to&lt;br /&gt;come visit me once in a while?&lt;br /&gt;i miss you so much.. and i was so glad when i&lt;br /&gt;heard you were coming for the reunion.&lt;br /&gt;but i decided not to go to the school.&lt;br /&gt;...for you...&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sorry that i only have one eye, and i was&lt;br /&gt;an embarressment for you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:130%;"&gt;you see, when you were very little, you got into an&lt;br /&gt;accident, and lost your eye. as a mom, i couldnt&lt;br /&gt;stand watching you having to grow up with only&lt;br /&gt;one eye... so i gave you mine...&lt;br /&gt;i was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole&lt;br /&gt;new world for me, in my place, with that eye. i&lt;br /&gt;was never upset at you for anything you did.. the&lt;br /&gt;couple times that you were angry with me,.. i&lt;br /&gt;thought to myself, 'it's because he loves me..'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:130%;"&gt;my son... oh, my son...&lt;br /&gt;i dont want you to cry for me, because of my death.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode;font-size:130%;"&gt;please dont cry...&lt;br /&gt;my son, i love you so much&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;such a great love.. the story made me love my mother even more..Ü i learned a lot from this story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112847431780180170?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112847431780180170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112847431780180170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112847431780180170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112847431780180170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/10/nice-reflection-to-share.html' title='A nice reflection to share.....'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112838528514259745</id><published>2005-10-03T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T17:21:25.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Angels protect us from....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:VERDANA,ARIAL,SANS-SERIF;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:VERDANA, ARIAL, SANS-SERIF;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Daily Angel Wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sometimes Angels protect us from the consequences of poor judgment. Or the very dumb and potentially harmful things we do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-  Dan Martell,&lt;br /&gt;“About Angels”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:VERDANA, ARIAL, SANS-SERIF;font-size:100%;color:#999999;"   &gt;From "Angels Around Us." Compiled by Karen Maguire. Reprinted by arrangement with &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.beliefnet.com/tlrd.asp?sid=13895038&amp;ssid=23377254&amp;amp;lkupid=2;3;1&amp;nlcid=18374&amp;amp;lnkpid=353&amp;amp;lnkid=284"&gt;Andrews McMeel Publishing&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112838528514259745?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112838528514259745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112838528514259745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112838528514259745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112838528514259745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/10/sometimes-angels-protect-us-from.html' title='Sometimes Angels protect us from....'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112804954595586519</id><published>2005-09-29T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T20:06:42.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Female Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;               Before I lay me down to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;              I pray for a man, who is not a creep.&lt;br /&gt;              One who's handsome, smart and strong,&lt;br /&gt;              One who loves to listen long,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              One who thinks before he speaks,&lt;br /&gt;              When he says he'll call, he won't wait weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              I pray that he is well employed,&lt;br /&gt;              When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Pulls out my chair and opens my door,&lt;br /&gt;              Massages my back and begs to do more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,&lt;br /&gt;              Knows what to answer to "How big is my behind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              I pray that this man will love me no end,&lt;br /&gt;              And never attempt to hit on my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              And as I kneel and pray by my bed,&lt;br /&gt;              I look at the creep you sent me instead.&lt;br /&gt;              Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.haveagoodlaugh.com/"&gt;More Poems&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112804954595586519?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112804954595586519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112804954595586519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112804954595586519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112804954595586519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/09/female-prayer.html' title='Female Prayer'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112787183608571932</id><published>2005-09-27T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T18:43:56.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know that when I am happy in my own</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:VERDANA,ARIAL,SANS-SERIF;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:VERDANA, ARIAL, SANS-SERIF;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I know that when I am happy in my own backyard, I will be happy wherever I go. The angels go with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:VERDANA,ARIAL,SANS-SERIF;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:VERDANA, ARIAL, SANS-SERIF;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;  Terry Lynn Taylor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                            "Angel Days"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:VERDANA,ARIAL,SANS-SERIF;font-size:100%;color:#330033;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;From "Angels Around Us." Compiled by Karen Maguire. Reprinted by arrangement with &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.beliefnet.com/tlrd.asp?sid=13895038&amp;ssid=23377254&amp;amp;lkupid=2;3;1&amp;nlcid=18226&amp;amp;lnkpid=353&amp;amp;lnkid=284"&gt;Andrews McMeel Publishing&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112787183608571932?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112787183608571932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112787183608571932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112787183608571932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112787183608571932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-know-that-when-i-am-happy-in-my-own_27.html' title='I know that when I am happy in my own'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112778493914887678</id><published>2005-09-26T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T18:35:39.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith is the basis of meditation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:VERDANA, ARIAL, SANS-SERIF;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:VERDANA, ARIAL, SANS-SERIF;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Daily Buddhist Wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;An act of meditation is actually an act of faith--of faith in your spirit, in your own potential. Faith is the basis of meditation. Not of faith in something outside you--a metaphysical buddha, an unattainable ideal, or someone else's words. The faith is in yourself, in your own "buddha-nature." You too can be a buddha, an awakened being that lives and responds in a wise, creative, and compassionate way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:VERDANA, ARIAL, SANS-SERIF;font-size:85%;color:#996666;"   &gt;-Martine Batchelor, "Meditation for Life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:VERDANA, ARIAL, SANS-SERIF;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:VERDANA, ARIAL, SANS-SERIF;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Copyright Wisdom Publications 2001. Reprinted from "Daily Wisdom: 365 Buddhist Inspirations," edited by Josh Bartok, with permission of Wisdom Publications, 199 Elm St., Somerville MA 02144 U.S.A, www.wisdompubs.org.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112778493914887678?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112778493914887678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112778493914887678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112778493914887678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112778493914887678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/09/faith-is-basis-of-meditation.html' title='Faith is the basis of meditation'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112769759149050432</id><published>2005-09-25T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T18:19:58.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Should be attentive today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:VERDANA, ARIAL, SANS-SERIF;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"   &gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Daily Buddhist Wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Do not go after the past,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Nor lose yourself in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;For the past no longer exists,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;And the future is not yet here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;By looking deeply at things just as they are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;In this moment, here and now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The seeker lives calmly and freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;You should be attentive today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;For waiting until tomorrow is too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Death can come and take us by surprise--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;How can we gainsay it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The one who knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to live attentively&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Night and day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Is the one who knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The best way to be independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" &gt;-Bhaddekaratta Sutra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:VERDANA, ARIAL, SANS-SERIF;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"   &gt; &lt;i&gt;From "The Pocket Buddha Reader," edited by Anne Bancroft, 2001. Reprinted by arrangement with Shambhala Publications, Boston, www.shambhala.com.&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112769759149050432?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112769759149050432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112769759149050432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112769759149050432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112769759149050432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-should-be-attentive-today.html' title='You Should be attentive today!'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112744246013015169</id><published>2005-09-22T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T19:27:40.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Goddess Identity?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;April, you're a Siren!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Like the beautiful sea mermaids who've swum before you, Siren, you certainly have a way of drawing people in. Whether wooing a crush with your alluring voice or impressing someone with your unique take on the world, you're sure to captivate more than your share of audiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;It must be the balance between your glittering personality and your individual style that keeps friends and family enamored by your presence. From being able to predict next season's "it" color to pairing leopard print with plaid before it hits the pages of Vogue, people see you as a fashion goddess. You may not want to admit it, but you're part trendsetter and people look to you for direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Of course, you know there's more to life than shopping for the latest adorable accessory. You pursue success in all aspects of life — from offering creative insights at work to running marathons. You have big dreams, Siren, and by keeping them in sharp focus, you're sure to come out a winner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/goddess_identity/?c=42729&amp;test=goddessidentityogt"&gt;Take this test!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112744246013015169?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112744246013015169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112744246013015169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112744246013015169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112744246013015169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/09/whats-your-goddess-identity.html' title='What&apos;s Your Goddess Identity?'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112735587718512667</id><published>2005-09-21T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T19:26:06.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Angel Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:VERDANA,ARIAL,SANS-SERIF;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:VERDANA,ARIAL,SANS-SERIF;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;How do you know if an angel has crossed your path? Sometimes you don't, because angels often appear as coincidences. That is, they seem like chance events, but they are really part of God's carefully orchestrated plan for your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-  Gary Kinnaman,&lt;br /&gt;"Angels Dark and Light"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:VERDANA,ARIAL,SANS-SERIF;font-size:78%;"  &gt;From "Angels Around Us." Compiled by Karen Maguire. Reprinted by arrangement with &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.beliefnet.com/tlrd.asp?sid=13895038&amp;ssid=23377254&amp;amp;amp;lkupid=2;3;1&amp;nlcid=18099&amp;amp;lnkpid=353&amp;amp;lnkid=284"&gt;Andrews McMeel Publishing&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112735587718512667?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112735587718512667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112735587718512667' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112735587718512667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112735587718512667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/09/daily-angel-wisdom.html' title='Daily Angel Wisdom'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112726751928832842</id><published>2005-09-20T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T18:57:20.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Buddhist Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:VERDANA,ARIAL,SANS-SERIF;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:VERDANA,ARIAL,SANS-SERIF;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; Dwelling in kindness, a monk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;with faith in the Awakened One's teaching,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;would attain the good state,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;the peaceful state:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;stilling-of-fabrications ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Monk, bail out this boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;It will take you lightly when bailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Having cut through passion, aversion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;you go from there to Unbinding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:VERDANA,ARIAL,SANS-SERIF;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:VERDANA,ARIAL,SANS-SERIF;" &gt;-Dhammapada, 25, translated by Thanissaro Bhikkhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:VERDANA,ARIAL,SANS-SERIF;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:VERDANA,ARIAL,SANS-SERIF;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112726751928832842?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112726751928832842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112726751928832842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112726751928832842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112726751928832842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/09/daily-buddhist-wisdom_20.html' title='Daily Buddhist Wisdom'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112718022103095159</id><published>2005-09-19T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T18:37:01.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers for our Mothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; Once a year we choose a day&lt;br /&gt;To pay tribute to our mothers.&lt;br /&gt;Flowers and gifts we do bestow&lt;br /&gt;To her and not to others.&lt;br /&gt;Through the years she gave her all&lt;br /&gt;To raise her children well.&lt;br /&gt;The sacrifices that she made&lt;br /&gt;Would be too many to tell.&lt;br /&gt;Her love outshines the brightest star,&lt;br /&gt;As she shares equally with her offspring,&lt;br /&gt;Making each one feel they are the best.&lt;br /&gt;Fond memories tug gently at my heart strings.&lt;br /&gt;To you, dear Mother, I write this poem,&lt;br /&gt;To express my feelings of devotion;&lt;br /&gt;For you have loved me all these years -&lt;br /&gt;God's unconditional love in motion.&lt;br /&gt;Every day is Mother's Day&lt;br /&gt;In my heart so true.&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you every day&lt;br /&gt;How much that I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Pauline Hamblin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.netpoets.com/poems/family"&gt;More Poems&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112718022103095159?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112718022103095159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112718022103095159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112718022103095159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112718022103095159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/09/flowers-for-our-mothers.html' title='Flowers for our Mothers'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112709891197579765</id><published>2005-09-18T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T20:01:51.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Time Will know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;font-size:130%;color:#ff409f;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived; happiness, sadness, knowledge, and all the others, including love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave. Love was the only one that stayed. She wanted to preserve the island paradise until the last possible moment. When the island was almost totally under, Love decided it was time to leave. She began looking for someone to ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat. Love asked, "Richness, Can I come with you on your boat?"&lt;br /&gt;Richness answered, " I'm sorry, but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere."&lt;br /&gt;Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing in a beautiful vessel.&lt;br /&gt;Love cried out, "Vanity, help me please."&lt;br /&gt;"I can't help you",  Vanity said, "You are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat."&lt;br /&gt;Next, Love saw Sadness passing by.&lt;br /&gt;Love said, "Sadness, please let me go with you."&lt;br /&gt;Sadness answered, "Love, I'm sorry, but, I just need to be alone now."&lt;br /&gt;Then, Love saw Happiness. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;font-size:130%;color:#ff409f;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;font-size:130%;color:#ff409f;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love cried out, " Happiness, please take me with you."&lt;br /&gt;But Happiness was so overjoyed that he didn't hear Love calling to him. Love began to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff409f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, she heard a voice say, "Come Love, I will take you with me." It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she forgot to ask the elder his name. When they arrived on land the elder went on his way. Love realized how much she owed the elder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love then found Knowledge and asked, "Who was it that helped me?"&lt;br /&gt;"It was Time", Knowledge answered.&lt;br /&gt;"But why did Time help me when no one else would?", Love asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity, answered,&lt;br /&gt;"Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112709891197579765?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112709891197579765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112709891197579765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112709891197579765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112709891197579765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-time-will-know.html' title='One Time Will know'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112683673121004602</id><published>2005-09-15T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T19:12:11.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Guys select the Girl they want to Marry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A man is dating three women and wants to decide which to marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;He decides to give them a test. He gives each woman a present of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;$5,000 and watches to see what they do with the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The first does a total makeover. She goes to a fancy beauty salon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;gets her hair done, purchases new make-up and buys several new outfits,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and dresses up very nicely for the man. She tells him that she has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;done this to be more attractive for him because she loves him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The man was impressed. The second goes shopping to buy the man gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;She gets him a new set of golf clubs, some new gizmos for his computer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and some expensive clothes. As she presents these gifts, she tells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;him that she has spent all the money on him because she loves him so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Again, the man is impressed. The third invests the money in the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;stock market. She earns several times the $5,000. She gives him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;back his $5000 and reinvests the remainder in a joint account. She&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tells him that she wants to save for their future because she loves him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Obviously, the man was impressed. The man thought for a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;about what each woman had done with the money, and then he married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the one with the largest breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are Men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112683673121004602?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112683673121004602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112683673121004602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112683673121004602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112683673121004602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-guys-select-girl-they-want-to.html' title='How Guys select the Girl they want to Marry'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112674754776588555</id><published>2005-09-14T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T18:32:01.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem For those over 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;A          computer was something on TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;From a science fiction show of note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;A window was something you hated to clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;And ram was the cousin of a goat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Meg          was the name of my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;And gig was a job for the nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they all mean different things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that really mega bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;An          application was for employment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;A program was a TV show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;A curser used profanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;A keyboard was a piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Memory          was something that you lost with age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;A CD was a bank account&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;And if you had a 3 inch floppy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;You hoped nobody found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Compress          was something you did to the garbage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Not something you did to a file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;And if you unzipped anything in public&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;You'd be in jail for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Log          on was adding wood to the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Hard drive was a long trip on the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;A mouse pad was where a mouse lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;And a back up happened to your commode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Cut          you did with a pocket knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Paste you did with glue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;A web was a spider's home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;And a virus was the flu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I          guess I'll stick to my pad and paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;And the memory in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;But when it happens, they'll wish they were dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;-- Author Unknown--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://funnypoets.com/"&gt;Funny Poem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112674754776588555?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112674754776588555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112674754776588555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112674754776588555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112674754776588555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/09/poem-for-those-over-30.html' title='A Poem For those over 30'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112648955371636184</id><published>2005-09-11T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T18:45:53.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Buddhist Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:VERDANA, ARIAL, SANS-SERIF;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"   &gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; Fields are spoiled by weeds;&lt;br /&gt;people, by delusion.&lt;br /&gt;So what's given to those&lt;br /&gt;free of delusion&lt;br /&gt;bears great fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fields are spoiled by weeds;&lt;br /&gt;people, by longing.&lt;br /&gt;So what's given to those&lt;br /&gt;free of longing&lt;br /&gt;bears great fruit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996666;"&gt;-Dhammapada, 24, translated by Thanissaro Bhikkhu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:VERDANA, ARIAL, SANS-SERIF;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:VERDANA, ARIAL, SANS-SERIF;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112648955371636184?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112648955371636184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112648955371636184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112648955371636184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112648955371636184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/09/daily-buddhist-wisdom.html' title='Daily Buddhist Wisdom'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112614338718132838</id><published>2005-09-07T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:36:27.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tombraider4u.com/pictures/angel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.tombraider4u.com/pictures/angel1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel of God who is my guardian, enlighten, watch over, support and rule me, who was entrusted to you by the heavenly piety. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Catholic prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112614338718132838?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112614338718132838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112614338718132838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112614338718132838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112614338718132838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/09/angel-wisdom.html' title='Angel Wisdom'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112596911393077202</id><published>2005-09-05T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T18:11:53.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chuckle</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;table style="margin: 3px; width: 100%;" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://us.f515.mail.yahoo.com/ym/us/ShowLetter?box=Inbox&amp;MsgId=9377_12557074_74878_3597_22083_0_2317_52869_4244024815&amp;amp;bodyPart=2.2.2.1.2&amp;YY=25230&amp;amp;order=down&amp;sort=date&amp;amp;pos=0&amp;view=a&amp;amp;head=b&amp;Idx=1" align="bottom" border="0" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0px; font-size: 12pt;" valign="top" width="100%"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;table style="width: 100%;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding-right: 1.5pt; padding-bottom: 1.5pt; width: 100%; padding-top: 1.5pt;" width="100%"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; (Hardly seems worth it.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#ff6699;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 153); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;(Now that's more like it!)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#cc33ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 255); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;(O.M.G.!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#8080ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(128, 128, 255); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; (In my next life, I want to be a pig.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;A cockroach will live nine days without its head before it starves to death. (Creepy.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#cc6300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(204, 99, 0); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;(I'm still not over the pig.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: fuchsia; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;(Do not try this at home...... maybe at work.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the male's head ! off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#cc3366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 102); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; ("Honey, I'm home. What the....?!") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;The flea can jump 350 times its body length. It's like a human jumping the length of a football field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:fuchsia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: fuchsia; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: green; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;(30 minutes... lucky pig... can you imagine??) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: Arial;"&gt; The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;(What could be so tasty on the bottom of a pond?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Some lions mate over 50 times a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#808040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(128, 128, 64); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;(I still want to be a pig in my next life...quality over quantity)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#003399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; Butterflies taste with their feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#cc6666;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(204, 102, 102); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;(Something I always wanted to know.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#cc00ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 255); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; (Hmmmmmm........) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; than left-handed people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#cc3399;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 153); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;(If you're ambidextrous, do you split the difference?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Elephants are the only animals that cannot jump. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#ff8040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(255, 128, 64); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; (OK, so that would be a good thing....) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;A cat's urine glows under a black light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#990066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(153, 0, 102); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;(I wonder who was paid to figure that out?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160);"&gt;An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#0080c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 128, 192); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; (I know some people like that.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Starfish have no brains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#ff80ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(255, 128, 255); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;(I know some people like that too.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; Polar bears are left-handed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#8000ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(128, 0, 255); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;(If they switch, they'll live a lot longer.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#cc3366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 102); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; (What about that pig??) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#cc33ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 255); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Now that you've smiled at least once, it's your turn to spread the stupidity and send this to someone you want to bring a smile to &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#cc33ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;(maybe even a chuckle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#cc33ff;"&gt; 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&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;psychology courses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;She started her class by saying, "Everyone who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;thinks they're stupid, stand up!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;After a few seconds, Little Davie stood up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The teacher said, "Do you think you're stupid, Little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Davie?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"No, ma'am, but I hate to see you standing there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;all by yourself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Little Davie watched, fascinated, as his mother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;smoothed cold cream on her face. "Why do you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;that, mommy?" he asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"To make myself beautiful," said his mother, who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;then began removing the cream with a tissue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"What's the matter?" asked Little Davie. "Giving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;A Sunday School teacher of preschoolers was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;concerned that his students might be a little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;confused about Jesus Christ because of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Christmas season emphasis on His birth. He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;wanted to make sure they understood that the birth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;of Jesus occurred a long time ago, that He grew  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;up, etc. So he asked his class, "Where is Jesus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;today?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Steven raised his hand and said, "He's in heaven."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Mary was called on and answered, "He's in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Little Davie, waving his hand furiously, blurted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;out, "I know! I know! He's in our Bathroom!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The teacher was completely at a loss for a few very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;long seconds. Finally, he gathered his wits and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;asked Little Davie how he knew this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Little Davie said, "Well... every morning, my father &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;gets up, bangs on the bathroom door, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;yells, "Jesus Christ, are you still in there?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The math teacher saw that little Davie wasn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;paying attention in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;She called on him and said, "Davie! What are 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;and 4 and 28 and 44?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Little Davie quickly replied, "NBC, CBS, HBO and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;the Cartoon Network!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Little Davie's kindergarten class was on a field trip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;to their local police station where they saw pictures  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;tacked to a bulletin board of the 10 most wanted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;criminals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;One of the youngsters pointed to a picture and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;asked if it really was the photo of a wanted person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"Yes," said the policeman. "The detectives want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;very badly to capture him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Little Davie asked, "Why didn't you keep him when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;you took his picture?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112553812588505190?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112553812588505190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112553812588505190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112553812588505190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112553812588505190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/08/cute-jokes.html' title='Cute Jokes'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112545156364259405</id><published>2005-08-30T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T18:26:03.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Reasons to be a WOMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;1. Free drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Free dinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Free movies (you get the point).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You can hug your friend without wondering if she thinks you're gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You can hug your friend without wondering if YOU'RE gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You know The Truth about whether size matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Speeding ticket? What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. New lipstick gives you a whole new lease on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You never had to walk down the hall with your binder strategically positioned in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you have sex with someone and don't call him the next day, you're not the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Condoms make no significant difference in your enjoyment of sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If you have to be home in time for 90210, you can say so, out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you're not making enough money you can blame the glass ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You can sleep your way to the top. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;15. You can sue the President for sexual harassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Nothing crucial can be cut off with one clean sweep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. It's possible to live your whole life without ever taking a group shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. No fashion faux pas you make could rival The Speedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise and Tom Selleck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. You don't have to fart to amuse yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. If you cheat on your spouse, people assume it's because you're being emotionally neglected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. YOU never have to wonder if his orgasm was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. You'll never have to decide where to hide your nose-hair clipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. No one passes out when you take off your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If you think the person you're dating really likes you, you don't have to break up with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Excitement is only as far away as the nearest beauty-supply store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. If you forget to shave, no one has to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. You can congratulate your teammate without ever touching her ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. If you have a zit, you can conceal it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. You never have to reach down every so often to make sure your privates are still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. If you're dumb, some people will find it cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. You don't have to memorize Caddyshack or Fletch to fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. You have the ability to dress yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. You have an excuse to be a total bitch at least once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. You can talk to people of the opposite sex without having to picture them naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. If you marry someone 20 years younger, you're aware that you look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. If you're wearing cologne, you don't have to pretend it's after shave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. You'll probably never see someone you know while peeing in an alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. You'll never have to punch a hole through anything with your fist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. You can quickly end any fight by crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Your friends won't think you're weird if you ask whether there's spinach in your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. There are times when chocolate really can solve all your problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. You've never had a goatee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Gay waiters don't make you uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. You'll never regret piercing your ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. You can fully assess a person just by looking at her shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. You'll never discover you've been duped by a Wonderbra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. You don't have hair on your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. You know which glass was yours by the lipstick mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. You get to hate Kathie Lee in the way only another woman truly can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovefatedestiny.com/"&gt;Love, Faith, Destiny&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112545156364259405?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112545156364259405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112545156364259405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112545156364259405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112545156364259405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/08/50-reasons-to-be-woman.html' title='50 Reasons to be a WOMAN'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112528019070718801</id><published>2005-08-28T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T18:49:50.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Italian Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Mrs. Ravioli comes to visit her son Anthony for dinner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;who lives with a female roommate Maria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;During the course of the meal, his mother couldnt help but notice how pretty Anthonys roommate was. She had long been suspicious of a relationship between the two,and this had only made her more curious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;she started to wonder if there was more between Anthony and his roommate than met the eye. Reading his moms thoughts, Anthony volunteered, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;"I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Maria and I are just roommates."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;About a week later, Maria came to Anthony saying, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;"Ever since your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;mother came to dinner, Ive been unable to find the silver sugar bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;You dont suppose she took it, do you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well, I doubt it, but Ill e-mail her, just to be sure."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So he sat down and wrote;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Dear Momma,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im not saying that you did take the sugar bowl from my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;house, and Im not saying that you did not take it. But the fact&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;remains that it has been missing ever since you were here for dinner. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anthony&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Several days later, Anthony received a response e-mail from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; his Momma which read.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Dear Son,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im not saying that you do sleep with Maria, and Im not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;saying that you do not sleep with her. But the fact remains that if she was sleeping in her OWN bed, she would have found the sugar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bowl by now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Momma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lesson: Never lie to your momma&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112528019070718801?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112528019070718801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112528019070718801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112528019070718801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112528019070718801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/08/italian-mother.html' title='Italian Mother'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112486156834537982</id><published>2005-08-23T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T22:33:36.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time waits for no one</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;To realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;The value of a sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;Ask someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;Who doesn't have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;To realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;The value of ten years:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;Ask a newly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;Divorced couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;To realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;The value of four years:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;Ask a graduate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;To realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;The value of one year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;Ask a student who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;Has failed a final exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;To realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;The value of nine months:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;Ask a mother who gave birth to a still born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;To realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;The value of one month:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;Ask a mother who has given birth to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;A premature baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;To realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;The value of one week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;To realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;The value of one hour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;Ask the lovers who are waiting to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;To realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;The value of one minute:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;Ask a person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;Who has missed the train, bus or plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;To realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;The value of one-second:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;Ask a person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;Who has survived an accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;To realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;The value of one millisecond:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;Time waits for no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;Treasure every moment you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;You will treasure it even more when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;You can share it with someone special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;To realize the value of a friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;Lose one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;The origin of this letter is unknown,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;But it brings good luck to everyone who passes it on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;Do not keep this letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;Forward it to friends to whom you wish good luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;Peace love and prosperity to all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112486156834537982?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112486156834537982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112486156834537982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112486156834537982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112486156834537982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/08/time-waits-for-no-one.html' title='Time waits for no one'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112476030724919738</id><published>2005-08-22T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T18:26:15.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Bells</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="MediumWhiteText" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(169, 74, 118);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will never hear church bells ringing again without smiling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing that her elderly grandfather had just passed away, Katie went straight to her grandparents house to visit her 95-year-old grandmother and comfort her. When she asked how her grandfather had died, her grandmother replied, He had a heart attack while we were making love on Sunday morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrified, Katie told her grandmother that 2 people nearly 100 years old having sex would surely be asking for trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no, my dear," replied granny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="MediumWhiteText"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(169, 74, 118);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Many years ago, realizing our advanced age, we figured out the best time to do it was when the church bells would start to ring. It was just the right rhythm. Nice and slow and even...Nothing too strenuous, simply in on the Ding and out on the Dong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She paused to wipe away a tear, and continued, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="MediumWhiteText"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(169, 74, 118);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="MediumWhiteText"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(169, 74, 118);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hed still be alive if the ice cream truck hadnt come along."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112476030724919738?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112476030724919738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112476030724919738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112476030724919738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112476030724919738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/08/church-bells.html' title='Church Bells'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112459844459260976</id><published>2005-08-20T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T21:27:24.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;--Author Unknown--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Oh, it's just the little homey things, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;the "unobtrusive, friendly" things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Those "won't-you-let-me-help-you" things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;that make our pathway light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And it's just the jolly joking things, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;the "never-mind-the-trouble" things, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The "laugh-with-me-it's-funny" things, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;that make the world seem bright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So here's to all the little things, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;the "done-and-then-forgotten" things, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Those "Oh-it's-simply-nothing" things, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;that make life worth the fight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112459844459260976?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112459844459260976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112459844459260976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112459844459260976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112459844459260976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/08/little-things.html' title='Little Things'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112444708167864782</id><published>2005-08-19T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T03:24:41.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geonius.com/ocd/dexter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.geonius.com/ocd/dexter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed&lt;br /&gt;you. You thanked her by crying all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 2 years old, she taught you to&lt;br /&gt;walk. You thanked her by running away when she&lt;br /&gt;called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 3 years old, she made all your&lt;br /&gt;meals with love. You thanked her by tossing your&lt;br /&gt;plate on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 4 years old, she gave you some&lt;br /&gt;crayons. You thanked her by coloring the dining&lt;br /&gt;room table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for&lt;br /&gt;the holidays. You thanked her by plopping into the&lt;br /&gt;nearest pile of mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 6 years old, she walked you to&lt;br /&gt;school. You thanked her by screaming, "I'M NOT&lt;br /&gt;GOING!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 7 years old, she bought you a&lt;br /&gt;baseball. You thanked her by throwing it through&lt;br /&gt;the next-door-neighbor's window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 8 years old, she handed you an&lt;br /&gt;ice cream. You thanked her by dripping it all over&lt;br /&gt;your lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano&lt;br /&gt;lessons. You thanked her by never even bothering&lt;br /&gt;to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 10 years old she drove you all&lt;br /&gt;day, from soccer to gymnastic to one birthday party&lt;br /&gt;after another. You thanked her by jumping out of&lt;br /&gt;the car and never looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 11 years old, she took you and&lt;br /&gt;your friends to the movies. You thanked her by&lt;br /&gt;asking to sit in a different row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 12 years old, she warned you not&lt;br /&gt;to watch certain TV shows. You thanked her by&lt;br /&gt;waiting until she left the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that&lt;br /&gt;was becoming. You thanked her by telling her she&lt;br /&gt;had no taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 14, she paid for a month away at&lt;br /&gt;summer camp. You thanked her by forgetting to&lt;br /&gt;write a single letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 15, she came home from work,&lt;br /&gt;looking for a hug. You thanked her by having your&lt;br /&gt;bedroom door locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 16, she taught you how to drive&lt;br /&gt;her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you&lt;br /&gt;could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 17, she was expecting an&lt;br /&gt;important call. You thanked her by being on the&lt;br /&gt;phone all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 18, she cried at your high school&lt;br /&gt;graduation. You thanked her by staying out&lt;br /&gt;partying until dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 19, she paid for your college&lt;br /&gt;tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the&lt;br /&gt;dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of&lt;br /&gt;your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 20, she asked whether you were&lt;br /&gt;seeing anyone. You thanked her by saying, "It's&lt;br /&gt;none of your business."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 21, she suggested certain careers&lt;br /&gt;for your future. You thanked her by saying, "I don't&lt;br /&gt;want to be like you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 22, she hugged you at your&lt;br /&gt;college graduation. You thanked her by asking&lt;br /&gt;whether she could pay for a trip to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 23, she gave you furniture for&lt;br /&gt;your first apartment. You thanked her by telling your&lt;br /&gt;friends it was ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 24, she met your fiance and asked&lt;br /&gt;about your plans for the future. You thanked her&lt;br /&gt;by glaring and growling, "Muuhh-ther, please!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 25, she helped to pay for your&lt;br /&gt;wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply&lt;br /&gt;she loved you. You thanked her by moving&lt;br /&gt;halfway across the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 30, she called with some advice&lt;br /&gt;on the baby. You thanked her by telling her, "Things&lt;br /&gt;are different now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 40, she called to remind you of a&lt;br /&gt;relative's birthday. You thanked her by saying you&lt;br /&gt;were "really busy right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to&lt;br /&gt;take care of her. You thanked her by reading about&lt;br /&gt;the burden parents become to their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, one day, she quietly died. And&lt;br /&gt;everything you never did came crashing down like&lt;br /&gt;thunder on your YOUR HEART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love your mom, repost this bulletin. Don't&lt;br /&gt;take advantage of her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112444708167864782?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112444708167864782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112444708167864782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112444708167864782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112444708167864782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/08/thanks-mom.html' title='Thanks Mom!'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112441419025025786</id><published>2005-08-18T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T18:16:30.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Kindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#007f40;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 127, 64); font-family: Arial;"&gt;Story no. 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: navy; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#007f40;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 127, 64); font-family: Arial;"&gt;There was once this guy who is very much in love with his girl. This&lt;br /&gt;romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his&lt;br /&gt;girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company, his&lt;br /&gt;future didn't seem too bright, they were very happy together. Until&lt;br /&gt;one day, his girl told him she was going to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and will never come&lt;br /&gt;back. She also told him that she cannot visualize any future for the&lt;br /&gt;both of them, so they went their own ways there and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbroken, the guy agreed. But when he regained his confidence, he&lt;br /&gt;worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make&lt;br /&gt;something out of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally with all the hard work and the help of friends, this guy had&lt;br /&gt;set up his own company ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never fail until  you stop trying. One rainy day, while this guy&lt;br /&gt;was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain&lt;br /&gt;walk ing to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still&lt;br /&gt;drenched. It didn't take him long to realize they were his girl's&lt;br /&gt;parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the&lt;br /&gt;couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He wanted them&lt;br /&gt;to know that he wasn't the same any more; he had his own company, car,&lt;br /&gt;condo, etc. He made it! What he saw next confused him, the couple was&lt;br /&gt;walking towards a cemetery, and so he got out of his car and&lt;br /&gt;followed...and he saw his girl, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as&lt;br /&gt;ever at him from her tombstone and he saw his paper cranes right&lt;br /&gt;beside her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents saw him. He asked them why this had happened. They&lt;br /&gt;explained, she did not leave for &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; at all. She  was ill with&lt;br /&gt;cancer. She had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not&lt;br /&gt;want to be his obstacle... therefore she had chosen to leave him.&lt;br /&gt;Just because someone doesn't love you the way you wa nt them to,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. She had wanted&lt;br /&gt;her parents to put his paper cranes beside her, because, if the day&lt;br /&gt;comes when fate brings him to her again...he can take some of those&lt;br /&gt;back with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you have loved, you will always love. For what's in your mind may&lt;br /&gt;escape but what's in your heart will remain forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy just wept...The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting&lt;br /&gt;right beside her knowing you can't have her, see her or be with her&lt;br /&gt;ever again.........hope you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find time to realize that there is one person who means so much to&lt;br /&gt;you, for you might wake up one morning losing that person who you&lt;br /&gt;thought meant nothing to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#007f40;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 127, 64); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;KINDNESS Pays !&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#007f40;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 127, 64); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his&lt;br /&gt;way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was&lt;br /&gt;hungry.&lt;br /&gt;He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost&lt;br /&gt;his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal&lt;br /&gt;he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so brought&lt;br /&gt;him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, "How&lt;br /&gt;much do I owe you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't owe me anything," she replied "Mother has taught us never&lt;br /&gt;to accept payment for a kindness." He said... "Then I thank you from&lt;br /&gt;my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt; stronger&lt;br /&gt;physically, but his faith in God and man was  strong also. He had been&lt;br /&gt;ready to give up and quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors&lt;br /&gt;were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called&lt;br /&gt;in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called&lt;br /&gt;in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came&lt;br /&gt;from, a strange light filled his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room.&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in his doctor's gown he we nt in to see her. He recognized her&lt;br /&gt;at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his&lt;br /&gt;best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to the&lt;br /&gt;case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the&lt;br /&gt;business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked&lt;br /&gt;at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her&lt;br /&gt;room.&lt;br /&gt;She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of  her&lt;br /&gt;life to pay for it all. Finally, she looked, and something caught ;&lt;br /&gt;her attention on the side as She read these words.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Paid in full with one glass of milk." (Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: "Thank You,&lt;br /&gt;GOD, that Your love has spread abroad through human hearts and hands."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112441419025025786?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112441419025025786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112441419025025786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112441419025025786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112441419025025786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/08/love-and-kindness.html' title='Love and Kindness'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112426744423923333</id><published>2005-08-17T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T01:30:44.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Emmy Nielsen Reyes de Gaspar--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.derekseibert.com/florida/images/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.derekseibert.com/florida/images/sunset.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#800000;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#800000;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;There is so much beauty in life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Beauty in the human soul,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Beauty in the heart and in the mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Of the good man and woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;There is beauty in nature,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Beauty in the sky and in the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;In the mountains and in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;There is beauty in the creative work of man,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Beauty in true friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And immeasurable beauty in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;All God's blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;To delight us in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" href="http://www.poemhunter.com"&gt;PoemHunter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112426744423923333?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112426744423923333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112426744423923333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112426744423923333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112426744423923333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/08/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112417922753257324</id><published>2005-08-16T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T01:00:27.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Touch of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;--Amy Reynolds--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I was six months old and full of fun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;with a blink of your eye, I was suddenly one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;There were so many things we were going to do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;but when you turned your head, I turned two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;At two I was very dependent on you,z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;but independence took over when I turned three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;My third birthday was another year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;you tried to ignore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;but when the candles were lit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;there weren't three but four.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Four was the year that I really strived,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;but with a turn of your back, I became five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;At five I was ready for rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;and told this is the year I go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;The big day came, and I was anxious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;but scared to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;You walked me to my room going oh, so slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dailytitan.fullerton.edu/issues/fall_03/11_20/images/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://dailytitan.fullerton.edu/issues/fall_03/11_20/images/family.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;With a gentle smile, you said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;"I'll see you in PE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;As the years came and went,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;along with friends fads, and boyfriends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;you were in the background watching over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Soon we stepped into my teenage years,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;which started the days of mouthing off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;And learning to drive,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;and suddenly you wished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I was five all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Time goes so fast it is so hard to believe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;that just yesterday I was home with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;And tomorrow when I come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;and walk through the door,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;you will remember the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I was wearing my cap and gown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;and think how did I grow up so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;With a nod of your head,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;you watched me walk down the aisle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;and across the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Then, with a wave of your hand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;three months later you sent me off to college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;to find my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now, today I am not six months old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;and full of fun anymore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm almost twenty-one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;With graduation approaching,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I have the world, the city, and my job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;waiting on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's so hard to believe I've come this far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;But without you and dad, I wouldn't be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;and where I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;So hold these moments as hard as you can,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;because the next time you look,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;it won't be just me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;you'll also be seeing a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.netpoets.com/poems/"&gt;read more poems.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112417922753257324?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112417922753257324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112417922753257324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112417922753257324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112417922753257324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/08/touch-of-love.html' title='A Touch of Love'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112415940837000674</id><published>2005-08-15T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T19:30:08.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a Miracle</title><content type='html'>--Author Unknown--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a miracle&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it slip away,&lt;br /&gt;Open your heart to others&lt;br /&gt;Give of yourself each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the beauty in everyone&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of where they've been,&lt;br /&gt;Some have a difficult journey&lt;br /&gt;And really need a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share your gifts and talents&lt;br /&gt;Listen with your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Do the things you dream about&lt;br /&gt;But don't have time to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick a bouquet of flowers&lt;br /&gt;Show someone that you care,&lt;br /&gt;Be gracious and forgiving&lt;br /&gt;Life is never fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to your courage&lt;br /&gt;You may need it down the road,&lt;br /&gt;We all have a cross to bear&lt;br /&gt;It could be a heavy load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you practice all these things&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you roam,&lt;br /&gt;You may find both sun and rain&lt;br /&gt;But you'll never feel alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wish2getha.com/"&gt;Poems&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112415940837000674?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112415940837000674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112415940837000674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112415940837000674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112415940837000674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/08/life-is-miracle.html' title='Life is a Miracle'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112410052881881301</id><published>2005-08-15T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T03:09:37.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sister is.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Tessa Eichhorst--&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sister is your guardian angel if she's older,&lt;br /&gt;and your constant shadow if she's younger.&lt;br /&gt;She's your best friend in all your endevours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Your confidant, protector of your heart,&lt;br /&gt;and secret keeper.  A sister can also be&lt;br /&gt;your enemy; you best adversary at times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;of fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.somebodycares4u.com/images/angels_two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.somebodycares4u.com/images/angels_two.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;She keeps all of your secrets, even the tough&lt;br /&gt;ones.  She's the one to tell you constantly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;how pretty you are, partly because you look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;similar in some ways.  Your sister is the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;to call when that one boy talks to you; especially&lt;br /&gt;when he decides to break your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Also she's the first one vowing to beat him up&lt;br /&gt;if he breaks your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sister is your mother at a younger age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and you are hers.  Not only is she your savior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;shall anything happen to you, she also knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;what to do to make you feel better and wipe&lt;br /&gt;away the tears.  A sister is your only friend&lt;br /&gt;when all others have walked out, especially&lt;br /&gt;when you need a friend the most.  This is&lt;br /&gt;the person you shared your bedroom, and&lt;br /&gt;at any time when your body changes, the one&lt;br /&gt;whom you share clothes with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows what makes you laugh, cry, and&lt;br /&gt;most times is the one to make you laugh&lt;br /&gt;and cry.  She gives you a firm grasp of life&lt;br /&gt;and tells you how hard love is so you dont' go&lt;br /&gt;in blind.  She has the qualities of an angel and&lt;br /&gt;will never leave your side. She's the one who&lt;br /&gt;understands every personal event life throws&lt;br /&gt;at you, for she lost the same loved one you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me a sister is all of these qualities rolled into&lt;br /&gt;two.  For I am the lucky one to have two big&lt;br /&gt;sisters like you.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poemhunter.com/"&gt;More Poems&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112410052881881301?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112410052881881301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112410052881881301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112410052881881301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112410052881881301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/08/sister-is.html' title='A sister is.........'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112391572248283918</id><published>2005-08-12T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T23:48:42.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You See A Fairy Ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7261/1193/1600/tigger1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7261/1193/320/tigger1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you see a fairy ring&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p align="center"&gt;In a field of grass,&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p align="center"&gt;Very lightly step around,&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p align="center"&gt;Tip-Toe as you pass,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last night Fairies frolicked there&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p align="center"&gt;And they're sleeping somewhere near.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p align="center"&gt;If you see a tiny fairy&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p align="center"&gt;Lying fast asleep&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p align="center"&gt;Shut your eyes&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p align="center"&gt;And run away,&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p align="center"&gt;Do not stay to peek!&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p align="center"&gt;Do not tell&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p align="center"&gt;Or you'll break a fairy spell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;--Author Unknown--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thepixiepit.co.uk/pooms.htm"&gt;More Fairy Poems&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112391572248283918?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112391572248283918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112391572248283918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112391572248283918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112391572248283918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/08/if-you-see-fairy-ring.html' title='If You See A Fairy Ring'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112384353970991105</id><published>2005-08-12T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T03:49:42.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship Angel Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wtv-zone.com/ladylioness/angels/baby_angel_bird.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.wtv-zone.com/ladylioness/angels/baby_angel_bird.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;When I have no one to turn to&lt;br /&gt;  And I am feeling kind of low,&lt;br /&gt;  When there is no one to talk to&lt;br /&gt;  And nowhere I want to go,&lt;br /&gt;  I search deep within myself&lt;br /&gt;  It is the love inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;  That lets me know my Angels are there&lt;br /&gt;  Even though we are miles apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A smile then appears upon my       face&lt;br /&gt;  And the sun begins to shine.&lt;br /&gt;  I hear a voice, so soft and sweet&lt;br /&gt;  Saying, 'Everything will be just fine'&lt;br /&gt;  It may seem that I am alone&lt;br /&gt;  But I am never by myself at all.&lt;br /&gt;  Whenever I need my Angels near&lt;br /&gt;  All I have to do is call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;  An Angel's love is always true&lt;br /&gt;  On that you can depend.&lt;br /&gt;  They will always stand behind you&lt;br /&gt;  And will always be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;  Through darkest hours and brightest days&lt;br /&gt;  Our Angel's see us through&lt;br /&gt;  They smile when we are happy, and will cry when we are blue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Thanks for being my Angel my       friend&lt;br /&gt;  I will be there for you until the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indianchild.com/angels.htm"&gt;ANgel Poems&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112384353970991105?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112384353970991105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112384353970991105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112384353970991105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112384353970991105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/08/friendship-angel-poem.html' title='Friendship Angel Poem'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112382268763855207</id><published>2005-08-11T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T21:58:07.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a Mother?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A mother can be almost any size or any age, but she won't admit to anything over thirty. A mother has soft hands and smells good. A mother likes new dresses, music, a clean house, her children's kisses, an automatic washer and Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A mother doesn't like having her children sick, muddy feet, temper tantrums, loud noise or bad report cards. A mother can read a thermometer (much to the amazement of Daddy) and like magic, can kiss a hurt away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A mother can bake good cakes and pies but likes to see her children eat vegetables. A mother can stuff a fat baby into a snowsuit in seconds and can kiss sad little faces and make them smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A mother is underpaid, has long hours and gets very little rest. She worries too much about her children but she says she doesn't mind at all. And no matter how old her children are, she still likes to think of them as her little babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She is the guardian angel of the family, the queen, the tender hand of love. A mother is the best friend anyone ever had. A mother is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mothers.net/whatisamother2.htm"&gt;More Poems&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112382268763855207?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112382268763855207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112382268763855207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112382268763855207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112382268763855207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-is-mother.html' title='What is a Mother?'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112375628658477778</id><published>2005-08-11T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T03:31:26.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivational Goal Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;You do not need to know how you're actually going to achieve a goal when you set it. Just repeatedly visualize the desired result, and the "how" will open to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Vince Pfaff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" href="http://wish2getha.com/quotes.asp?fdQuoteQuoteCategoryId=35"&gt;Click here for more.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112375628658477778?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112375628658477778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112375628658477778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112375628658477778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112375628658477778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/08/motivational-goal-quotes.html' title='Motivational Goal Quotes'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112356940563395766</id><published>2005-08-08T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T23:36:45.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If it where the last time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;that I'd see you fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;I would tuck you in more tightly&lt;br /&gt;and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;that I see you walk out the door,&lt;br /&gt;I would give you a hug and kiss&lt;br /&gt;and call you back for one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,&lt;br /&gt;I would video tape each action and word,&lt;br /&gt;so I could play them back day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time,&lt;br /&gt;I could spare an extra minute or two&lt;br /&gt;to stop and say "I love you."&lt;br /&gt;instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;I would be there to share your day.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,&lt;br /&gt;So I can let just this one slip away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For surely there's always tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;to make up for an oversight,&lt;br /&gt;and we always get a second chance&lt;br /&gt;to make everything right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be another day&lt;br /&gt;And certainly there's another chance&lt;br /&gt;to say our "Anything I can do's?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just in case I might be wrong,&lt;br /&gt;and today is all I get,&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;and I hope we never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,&lt;br /&gt;young or old alike,&lt;br /&gt;And today may be the last chance&lt;br /&gt;you get to hold your loved one tight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're waiting for tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;why not do it today?&lt;br /&gt;For if tomorrow never comes,&lt;br /&gt;you'll surely regret the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you didn't take that extra time&lt;br /&gt;for a smile, a hug, or a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;and you were too busy to grant someone,&lt;br /&gt;what turned out to be their one last wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold your loved ones close today,&lt;br /&gt;whisper in their ear,&lt;br /&gt;Tell them how much you love them&lt;br /&gt;and that you'll always hold them dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to say "I'm sorry."&lt;br /&gt;"Please forgive me,&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you" or "It's okay."&lt;br /&gt;And if tomorrow never comes,&lt;br /&gt;you'll have no regrets about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Anonymous Author--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wish2getha.com"&gt;Dare to wish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112356940563395766?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112356940563395766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112356940563395766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112356940563395766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112356940563395766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/08/if-it-where-last-time.html' title='If it where the last time'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112356474739251742</id><published>2005-08-08T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T22:19:07.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Treasure of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We may not always realize&lt;br /&gt;that everything we do&lt;br /&gt;Affects not only our lives&lt;br /&gt;but touches others too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A single happy smile&lt;br /&gt;can always brighten up the day&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who happens&lt;br /&gt;to be passing by your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a little bit of thoughtfulness&lt;br /&gt;that shows someone you care&lt;br /&gt;Creates a ray of sunshine&lt;br /&gt;for both of you to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, every time you offer&lt;br /&gt;someone a helping hand,&lt;br /&gt;Every time you show a friend&lt;br /&gt;you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you have a kind&lt;br /&gt;and gentle word to give,&lt;br /&gt;or help someone to find beauty&lt;br /&gt;in this precious life we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For happiness brings happiness&lt;br /&gt;and loving ways bring love,&lt;br /&gt;And giving is the treasure&lt;br /&gt;that contentment is made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Anonymous Author--&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112356474739251742?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112356474739251742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112356474739251742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112356474739251742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112356474739251742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/08/treasure-of-love.html' title='The Treasure of Love'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112314899267426154</id><published>2005-08-04T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T02:49:52.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt; The perfect man is gentle&lt;br /&gt;Never cruel or mean&lt;br /&gt;He has a beautiful smile&lt;br /&gt; And keeps his face so clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect man likes children&lt;br /&gt;And will raise them by your side&lt;br /&gt;He will be a good father&lt;br /&gt;As well as a good husband to his bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect man loves cooking&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning and vacuuming too&lt;br /&gt;He'll do anything in his power&lt;br /&gt;To convey his feelings of love on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect man is sweet&lt;br /&gt;Writing poetry from your name&lt;br /&gt;He's a best friend to your mother&lt;br /&gt;And kisses away your pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never has made you cry&lt;br /&gt;Or hurt you In any way&lt;br /&gt;Oh, fuck this stupid poem&lt;br /&gt;The perfect man is gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Author Unknown--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dechar.tripod.com/"&gt;Poems&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112314899267426154?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112314899267426154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112314899267426154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112314899267426154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112314899267426154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/08/perfect-man.html' title='The Perfect Man'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112287381629404235</id><published>2005-07-31T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T22:23:36.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem for girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I shave my legs,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I sit down to pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; And I can justify any shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Don't go to a barber, but a beauty salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I can get a massage without a hard-on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I can balance the checkbook,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I can pump my own gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Can talk to my friends about the size of my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; My beauty's a masterpiece and yes, it takes long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; At least I can admit to others when I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I don't drive in circles, at any cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; And I don't have a problem admitting I'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I never forget an important date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; You just gotta deal with it, I'm usually late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I don't watch movies with lots of gore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Don't need instant replay to remember the score. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I won't lose my hair, I don't get jock itch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; And just cause I'm assertive, Don't call me a bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Don't say to your friends, Oh yeah, I can get her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; In your dreams, my dear, I can do better! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Flowers are okay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; But jewelry's best.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Look at me you idiot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Not at my chest???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I don't have a problem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; With Expressing my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I know when you're lying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; You look at the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; DON'T call me a GIRL ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; a BABE or a CHICK .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I am a WOMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Get it?, you DICK!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112287381629404235?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112287381629404235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112287381629404235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112287381629404235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112287381629404235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/07/poem-for-girls.html' title='A poem for girls'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112244793891090241</id><published>2005-07-27T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T00:07:26.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Now          I lay me down to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;       I pray for a man who's not a creep.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       One who's handsome, smart and strong.&lt;br /&gt;       Who's not afraid to admit when he is wrong&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       One who thinks before he speaks.&lt;br /&gt;       When he promises to call, he doesn't wait six weeks.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       I pray that he is gainfully employed,&lt;br /&gt;       Won't lose his cool when he's annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       Pulls out my chair and opens my door,&lt;br /&gt;       Massages my back and begs to do more.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       Oh send me a man who will make love to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;       Know what to say when I ask "How fat is my behind?"&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       One who'll make love till my body's a' itchin'&lt;br /&gt;       He brings ME a sandwich too, when he goes to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       I pray that this man will love me to no end,&lt;br /&gt;       And never compare me to my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       Thank you in advance and now I'll just wait,&lt;br /&gt;       For I know you will send him before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112244793891090241?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112244793891090241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112244793891090241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112244793891090241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112244793891090241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/07/bedtime-prayer.html' title='Bedtime Prayer'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112194126465682025</id><published>2005-07-21T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T03:21:04.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 THINGS GUYS SHOULD KNOW ABOUT GIRLS:</title><content type='html'>This was written by a guy who has had years of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whatever  you do, don't just show up at their house...they run around in their underwear  just like we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. DON'T CHEAT ON THEM. It may seem foolproof, but girls  tell each other everything about everything. Trust me, they WILL find out and  you will be dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Beware of every single male relative and all guy  friends. Any of them would kick your ass at the drop of a hat, and a lot of them  wouldn't even wait for the damn hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Never miss an opportunity to tell  them they're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't refuse to kiss in front of your friends.  If they laugh at you, it's because they're jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If they slap you  hard, you deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't be afraid to touch them if you want to.  If they're going out with you in the first place, it's because they like being  in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you don't sleep with them, do not tell your friends  that you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.5 If you DO sleep with them, don't tell your friends that  you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You can be dirty minded in &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;private,&lt;/span&gt;  really...most of them are not offended by it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Not all of them eat  like &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;birds,&lt;/span&gt; a lot of them can eat like  whales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Most of them don't mind paying half of everything, but they  do discuss these things with their friends. Realize that if you make your  girlfriend pay half all the time, everyone will know about it and your friends  will know you're a pussy&lt;span class="GramE"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you honestly  need all your money that much? Be a man, pay all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Every girl  should eventually get three things from her boyfriend- a stuffed animal, one of  his sweatshirts, and a really pretty ring. &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;Even if it's not a  serious relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Make sure she gets home safely as often  as you can. If you're dropping her off, walk her to the door. If you aren't  dropping her off, call to be sure she's home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If a guy is  bothering her, it is your right to beat the shit out of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If  you're talking to a female friend of yours, pull your girlfriend  closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Never ever slap her, even if it's just in a joking way. Even  if she swats you first, and says, "Oh, you're so dumb" or something, never make  any gestures back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Go to a chick flick once in a while. She doesn't  care whether you enjoy it or not, it just matters that you went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  You're dead meat if you can not get along with their pets, parents, and best  friends. Be prince charming to their friends, Mr. Polite to their parents, and  make sure to be nice to their animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Don't flirt with &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;their moms...that's&lt;/span&gt; just freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Don't be freaked  out by PMS. It's not gross, and it really does make them feel like shit, so be  understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. If you don't like the way they drive, you do  it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If you're officially dating, and you're introducing her to your  friends, you'd better damn well introduce her as your girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.  Don't stress where you go for every date. &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;They really only  want to be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. If they complain that something hurts,  rub it for them without being asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Girls are fragile. Even if  you're play fighting/wrestling, be very gentle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Memorize their  birthdays. You forget her birthday and you're basically screwed for  life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Don't marinade the cologne, but smell good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Don't  give her something stupid for her birthday or Christmas or Valentine's &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;. It doesn't have to be &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;expensive&lt;span class="GramE"&gt;,or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cost anything but it has to be  meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. If you think the relationship isn't going to last, don't  wait to find out. It will only hurt you more if you draw it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.  After you've been dating for a while, realize that they really have started to  trust you. When you have a girlfriend who truly trusts you, you have a lot more  responsibility, privilege and control than you would think. Be careful with it,  most guys would kill for that kind of power, and it can be lost in a  nanosecond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you have read this and you are a girl, then some of these  things are actually really true...am I right?! And if you read this and you are  a guy, then these are like the best tips you could ever get!)&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112194126465682025?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112194126465682025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112194126465682025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112194126465682025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112194126465682025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/07/30-things-guys-should-know-about-girls.html' title='30 THINGS GUYS SHOULD KNOW ABOUT GIRLS:'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112191148602536498</id><published>2005-07-20T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T19:04:46.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your beauty Secret Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="greeting"&gt;This is my result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April, your beauty secret is &lt;span class="bigheader"&gt;Living in the Moment&lt;/span&gt;                              &lt;/div&gt;                       &lt;div class="testresultpic"&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;                    &lt;p&gt; While some people rely of layers of cover up, Botox treatments, or endless reps at the gym to look good, you feel — and look — your best when you're actively involved in what's going on in your life. Sincere and open, you try not to let negative aspects from the past or worries about your future affect what is happening today. And that's what helps you enjoy and appreciate most things that you do.&lt;!-- br--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the big events in life that you put most of your thought and energy into, which means you don't spend a lot of time sweating the little ones. Sound like a healthy way to deal with life? It is. &lt;/p&gt;                                                                     Staying beautiful is more than makeup and moisturizer. Give your mind, body, and skin a vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112191148602536498?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112191148602536498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112191148602536498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112191148602536498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112191148602536498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/07/whats-your-beauty-secret-quiz.html' title='What&apos;s your beauty Secret Quiz'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112176548566447797</id><published>2005-07-19T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T02:31:25.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Style Profile?</title><content type='html'>April, your style profile is &lt;span class="bigheader"&gt;Totally Trendy&lt;/span&gt;                                                    &lt;div class="testresultpic"&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;                    &lt;p&gt; Your fashion motto? To every season, turn, turn, turn. Whether it's summer's strappy sandals or fall's must-have overcoat, your wardrobe evolves with every new trend.&lt;!-- br--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping up with the latest hemlines and heel heights can be a full-time job, but you seem to do it with ease. Must be because for you, fashion is all about fun. Chances are, your friends marvel at your up-to-the-minute look. And who can blame them? Your insatiable appetite for trend-spotting keeps everyone on their toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112176548566447797?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112176548566447797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112176548566447797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112176548566447797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112176548566447797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/07/whats-your-style-profile.html' title='What&apos;s Your Style Profile?'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112141875668519758</id><published>2005-07-15T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T02:12:36.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicole Richie Fashion Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7261/1193/1600/nicolete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7261/1193/200/nicolete.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="Article1_Body_Label" class="text"&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Key to Achieving Nicole Richie's Look:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Keep an eye on single, killer pieces and quality basics - you will need a mix of items that pop (beaded tunics and tops, unique flats, gorgeous dresses) and items that don't (dark jeans, simple flats, tees and tanks). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Balance is key to achieving Nicole’s look. Put a statement item with a basic item, keeping everything sleek, simple and sophisticated. If the top is bold, wear a non-descript jean, and vice versa, keeping mindful of fit. Everything should fit you well – no slouchy jeans, misshapen tops, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When shopping, be sure to keep your statement pieces glamorous, well made and feminine – Richie is notorious for flowing tops with sequins, beading, etc., but also has plenty of stand out shorts, dresses and jackets to work as alternatives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dark wash jeans, good basic tees and tanks and good, high quality footwear are staples, as you’ll use them as the backdrop for statement items. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Emphasize on rich colors and good accessories. Richie wears bold colors, but they’re almost always in rich colors versus anything brass. Mauve, coral, black, and yellow are a few hues consistently seen on Richie. Look for a similar color palette. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Keep it clean and simple. Richie rarely does heavy layering or complex combinations, working 2-3 items in her outfits versus several pieces at once, and keeps her jewelry equally streamlined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" href="http://www.stylediary.net/Feature.aspx?ArticleID=131"&gt;read more...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112141875668519758?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112141875668519758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112141875668519758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112141875668519758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112141875668519758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/07/nicole-richie-fashion-style.html' title='Nicole Richie Fashion Style'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112133111097641846</id><published>2005-07-14T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T01:51:50.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://azn-angel.9cy.com/rose-pink.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://azn-angel.9cy.com/rose-pink.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only a tiny rosebud, A flower of God's design,&lt;br /&gt;                                  But I cannot unfold the petals&lt;br /&gt;                                  With these clumsy hands of mine.&lt;br /&gt;The secret of unfolding flowers&lt;br /&gt;                                  Is not known to such as I,&lt;br /&gt;                                  The flower God opens so sweetly,&lt;br /&gt;                                  In my hands would fade and die.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot unfold a rosebud, This flower of God's design,&lt;br /&gt;                                  Then how can I have wisdom&lt;br /&gt;                                  To unfold this life of mine?&lt;br /&gt;So I'll trust Him for His leading&lt;br /&gt;                                  Each moment of every day&lt;br /&gt;                                  And I'll look to Him for His guidance&lt;br /&gt;                                  Each step of the pilgrim way.&lt;br /&gt;For the pathway that lies before me&lt;br /&gt;                                  My heavenly Father knows&lt;br /&gt;                                  I'll trust Him to unfold the moments&lt;br /&gt;                                  Just as He unfolds the rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  ~Anonymous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112133111097641846?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112133111097641846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112133111097641846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112133111097641846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112133111097641846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/07/rose.html' title='The Rose'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112124808527118120</id><published>2005-07-13T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T02:58:11.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEN WAYS TO MARRY THE WRONG PERSON</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;By Dov Heller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;With the  divorce rate over 50%, too many are apparently making a  serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;mistake in  deciding whom to spend the rest of their life with. To avoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;becoming a  "statistic," try to internalize 10 insights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:navy;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';color:red;"  &gt;You pick  the wrong person because you expect him/her to change  after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:navy;"   &gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';color:red;"  &gt;you're  married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';color:navy;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:navy;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;              The classic mistake! NEVER MARRY POTENTIAL!! The Golden &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             Rule is, if you can't be happy with the person the way he or she is now,  don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             get married. As a colleague of mine so wisely put it, "You actually  can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             expect people to change after their married...for the worst!" So when  it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             comes to the other person's spirituality, character, personal  hygiene,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             communication skills, and personal habits, make sure you can live with  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             these as they are now. It's as good as it gets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; 2.&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';color:red;"  &gt;You pick  the wrong person because you focus more on chemistry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:navy;"   &gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';color:red;"  &gt;than  their  character. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:red;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             Chemistry ignites the fire, but good character keeps it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             burning. Beware of the "I'm in love" syndrome. "I'm in love" often  means,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             I'm in lust." Attraction is there, but have you carefully checked out  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             this Person's character? Here are four characteristics to definitely check  for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';color:red;"  &gt;Humility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';color:navy;"  &gt;: Does this person believe  that "doing the right thing" is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             more important than personal comfort?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';color:red;"  &gt;Kindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';color:red;"  &gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';color:navy;"  &gt;Does this person enjoy giving  pleasure to other people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             How does s/he treat people s/he doesn't have to be nice to? Does s/he  do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             volunteer work? Give to charity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';color:red;"  &gt;Responsibility:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';color:navy;"  &gt;Can I depend on this person  to do what s/he says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             s/he's going to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';color:red;"  &gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';color:navy;"  &gt;: Does this person like  himself? Does s/he enjoy life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             s/he emotionally stable? Ask yourself: Do I want to be more like this person?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             Do I want to have a child with this person? Would I like my child to turn  out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             like him or her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; 3.&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';color:red;"  &gt;You choose  the wrong person because you do not share a common &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:navy;"   &gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';color:red;"  &gt;life, goal  and priorities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';color:navy;"  &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;             There are three basic ways we connect with another person:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:navy;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:navy;"   &gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';color:red;"  &gt;(1)  Chemistry and compatibility,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:red;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:red;"   &gt;             (2) Share common interests and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:red;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:red;"   &gt;             (3)Share a life goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:navy;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             Make sure you share a deeper level of connection that sharing life  goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             provide. After marriage, the two of you will either grow together or grow  apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             To avoid growing apart, you must figure out what you're living for while  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             you are single-and then find someone who has come to the same conclusion as  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             you. This is the true definition of a soul mate. A soul mate is a goal  mate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             two people who ultimately share the same understanding of life's purpose  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             and therefore share the same priorities, values and goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;4.          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';color:red;"  &gt;You pick  the wrong person because you do not have deeper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:red;"   &gt;             emotional connection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:navy;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             To evaluate whether you have a deeper emotional connection or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             not, ask: "Do I respect and admire this person?" This does not mean, "Am  I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             impressed by this person?" We are impressed by a Mercedes. We do not  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             respect someone because they own a Mercedes. Yes, you should be impressed  by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             qualities of creativity, loyalty, determination, etc., but do you  actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             respect and admire this person who possesses these qualities? Also ask:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             "Do I trust this person?" This also means, "Is he/she emotionally stable? Do  I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             feel I can rely on him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; 5.&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';color:red;"  &gt;    You  pick the wrong person because you choose someone with whom  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:red;"   &gt;             you don't feel emotionally safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';color:navy;"  &gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:navy;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             Ask yourself the following questions: Do I  feel calm, peaceful and relaxed with  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             this person? Can I fully be myself, and express myself with this person? Does  this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             person make me feel good about myself? Do you have a really close friend who  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             makes you feel this way? Make  Sure the person you marry makes you feel the  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             same way! (That's why best riends usually fall under this category perfectly!  But that's another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             story...) Are you afraid of this person in any way? You should not feel  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             you need to monitor what you say because you are afraid of how the other  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             person will view it. If you're afraid to express your feelings and opinions  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             openly, there's a problem with the relationship. Another aspect of feeling safe  is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             that you don't feel the other person is trying to control you.  Controlling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             behaviors are a sign of an abusive person. Be on the lookout out for  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             someone who is always trying to change you. There is a big  difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             between "controlling" and "making&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             suggestions." A suggestion is made for your benefit; a control statement  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             is made for their benefit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';color:red;"  &gt;You pick  the wrong person because you don't put everything on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:red;"   &gt;             table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:navy;"   &gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             Anything that bothers you about the relationship must be brought  up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             for discussion. Bringing up the uncomfortable stuff is the only way  to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             evaluate how well the two of you communicate, negotiate, and work  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             Over the course of a lifetime, difficulties will inevitably arise. You  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             need to know now, before making a commitment: Can you resolve your  differences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             and find compromises that work for both of you? Never be afraid to let  the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             person know what bothers you. This is also a way for you to test  how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             vulnerable you can be with this person. If you can't be vulnerable,  you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             can't be intimate. The two go hand in hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt; 7.         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';" &gt;You pick  the wrong person because you use the relationship to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             escape from personal problems and unhappiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             If you are unhappy and single, you'll probably be unhappy and married, too.  Marriage does not fix &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             personal, psychological and emotional problems. If anything, marriage will  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             exacerbate them. If you are not happy with yourself and your life, take  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             responsibility to fix it now while you are single. You'll feel better and your  future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             spouse will thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; 8.&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';color:red;"  &gt;You choose  the wrong person because you get involved sexually too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:red;"   &gt;             quickly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:navy;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             This can be a big problem because it often precludes a fully  honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             exploration of important issues. Sexual involvement tends to cloud  one's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             mind. And a clouded mind is not inclined to make good decisions. It is  not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             necessary to "test drive" in order to find out if a couple are  sexually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             compatible. If you do your homework and make sure you are intellectually  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             and emotionally compatible, you don't have to worry about sexual  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             compatibility. Of all the studies on divorce, sexual incompatibility is never  cited as a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             main reason why people divorce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; 9.&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';color:red;"  &gt;You pick  the wrong person because the man doesn't understand what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:red;"   &gt;             a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';color:red;"  &gt;oman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';color:red;"  &gt; needs  most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:navy;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             Men and women have unique emotional needs (Men are from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             Mars...Women are from Venus!) and more often than not, it is the man  who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             just doesn't get it. The unique need of a woman is to be loved, to feel  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             that she is the most important person in her husband's life. The husband needs  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             to give her consistent, quality attention. Sexual intimacy is always on  the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             woman's terms. Men are goal oriented especially when it comes to this  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             area. As a wise woman once pointed out, "Men have two speeds: on and off."  Women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             are experience oriented. When a man is able to switch gears and become  more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             experience-oriented, he will discover what makes his wife very happy.  When&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             the man forgets about his own needs and focuses on giving his wife  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             pleasure, amazing things will happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';color:red;"  &gt;You pick  the wrong person because he/she is involved in a triangle.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;color:red;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             To be "triangulated" means a person is emotionally dependent  on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             someone or something else while trying to develop a relationship. But  of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             course, being "triangulated" with God is the best triangulation you  could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             have with your partner! A person who hasn't separated from his or  her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             parents is a classic example of triangulation. People can also  be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             triangulated with things as well, such as work, drugs, Internet,  hobbies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             sports or money. Be careful that you and your partner are free of  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             triangles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             The person caught in a triangle cannot be fully emotionally available  to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             you. You'll not be their number one priority. And that's not basis for  a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12;"  &gt;             marriage. Ability is what you're capable of doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112124808527118120?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112124808527118120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112124808527118120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112124808527118120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112124808527118120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/07/ten-ways-to-marry-wrong-person.html' title='TEN WAYS TO MARRY THE WRONG PERSON'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112107342234888149</id><published>2005-07-11T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T02:17:02.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Love You"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I have a boyfriend who grew up with me. His name is Jin. I always thought of him as a friend until last year, when we went to a trip from a club. I found that I fell in love with him. Before that trip was over, I took a step and confessed my love for him. And soon, we became a pair of lovers, but we loved each other in different ways. I always concentrated on him only, but by his side, there were so many other girls. To me, he was the only one, but to him, maybe I was just another girl…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jin, do you want to go watch a movie?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t”&lt;br /&gt;“Why? You need to study at home?” I felt disappointment grabbing me.&lt;br /&gt;“No… I am going to meet a friend…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was always like that. He met girls in front of me, like it was nothing. To him, I was just a girlfriend. The word ‘love’ only came out from my mouth. Since I knew him, I had never heard him say ‘I love you’ before. To us, there weren’t any anniversaries at all. He didn’t say anything from the first day and it continued till 100 days…200days… Everyday, before we say goodbye, he would just hand me a doll, everyday, without fail. I don’t know why…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um, Jin, I …&lt;br /&gt;Jin: What…don’t drag, just say..&lt;br /&gt;Me: I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Jin: ……you….um, just take this doll and go home.&lt;br /&gt;That was how he ignored my ‘three words’ and handed me the doll. Then he disappeared, like he was running away. The dolls I received from him everyday, filled my room, one by one. There were many…&lt;br /&gt;Then one day came, my 15th year old birthday. When I got up in the morning, I pictured a party with him, and stranded myself in my room, waiting for his call. But… lunch passed, dinner passed… and soon the sky was dark… he still didn’t call. It was already tiring to look at the phone anymore. Then around 2am in the morning, he suddenly called me and woke me from my sleep. He told me to come out of the house. Still, I felt joy and I ran out happily.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Jin…&lt;br /&gt;Jin: Here…take this…&lt;br /&gt;Again, he handed me a little doll.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What’s this?&lt;br /&gt;Jin: I didn’t give it to you yesterday, so I am giving it to you now. I’m going home now, bye.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wait, wait! Do you know what today is?&lt;br /&gt;Jin: Today? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;I felt so sad, I thought he would remember my birthday. He turned around and walked away like nothing had happen.Then I shouted… “Wait…”&lt;br /&gt;Jin: You have something to say?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tell me, tell me you love me…&lt;br /&gt;Jin: What?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tell me&lt;br /&gt;I put my pathetic self behind and clung on to him. But he just said simple cold words and left.&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t want to say…that I love someone so easily, if you are desperate to hear it, then find someone else.”&lt;br /&gt;That was what he said. Then he ran off. My legs felt numb… and I collapsed to the ground. He didn’t want to say it easily… How could he…. I felt that… Maybe he is not the right guy for me…&lt;br /&gt;After that day, I stranded myself at home crying, just crying. He didn’t call me, although I was waiting. He just continued handing me a little doll every morning outside my house. That’s how those dolls piled up in my room… everyday&lt;br /&gt;After a month, I got myself together and went to school. But what made the pain resurface was that… I saw him on a street… with another girl… He had a smile on his face, one that he never showed me…as he touched the doll… I ran straight back home and looked at the dolls in my room, and tears fell… Why did he gave these to me… Those dolls are probably picked out by some other girls…In a fit of anger, I threw the dolls around. Then suddenly, the phone rang. It was him. He told me to come out to the bus stop outside my house. I tried to calm myself down and walked to the bus stop. I kept reminding myself that I am going to forget him, that… it’s going to end. Then he came into my sight, holding a big doll. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Jin: Jo, I thought you were pissed, you really came?&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t help hating him, acting like nothing had happen and joking around. Soon, he held out the doll as usual…&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don’t need it. Jin: What….why…&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the doll from his hands and threw it on the road.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don’t need this doll, I don’t need it anymore!! I don’t want to see a person like you again!&lt;br /&gt;I spitted out all the words that were inside me. But unlike other days, his eyes very shaking.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry” He apologized in a tiny voice. He then walked over to the road to pick up the doll…&lt;br /&gt;Me: You stupid! Why are you picking up the doll?! Just throw it away!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he ignored me and just went to pick the doll. Then…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honk~ Honk~&lt;br /&gt;With a loud honk, a big truck was heading towards him.&lt;br /&gt;“Jin! Move! Move away!” I shouted… But he didn’t hear me, he squatted down and picked up the doll.&lt;br /&gt;“Jin, move!” HONK~!! “Boom!” That sound, so terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;That’s how he went away from me. That’s how he went away without even opening his eyes to say one word to me.&lt;br /&gt;After that day, I had to go through everyday with guiltiness and the sadness of losing him… And after spending two months like a crazy person… I took out the dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the only gifts he left me since the day we started going out. I remembered the days I spent with him and started to count the days… when we were in love…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“One…two… three…” That was how… I started to count the dolls…&lt;br /&gt;“Four hundred and eighty four… four hundred and eighty five…” It all ended with 485 dolls.&lt;br /&gt;I then started to cry again, with a doll in my arms. I hugged it tightly, then suddenly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love you~, I love you~” I dropped the dolls,shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I….lo..ve…you??” I picked up the dolls and pressed its stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love you~ I love you~” It can’t be! I pressed all the dolls’ stomach as it piled on the side.&lt;br /&gt;“I love you~”&lt;br /&gt;“I love you~”&lt;br /&gt;“I love you~”&lt;br /&gt;Those words came out non-stop. I…love you… Why didn’t I realize that….That his heart was always by my side, protecting me. Why didn’t I realize that he love me this much… I took out the doll under the bed and pressed it’s stomach, that was the last doll, the one that fell on the road. It had his blood stain on it. The voice came out, the on that I was missing so much…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jo…Do you know what today is? We’ve been loving each other for 486 days. Do you know what 486 is? I couldn’t say I love you…. Um… since I was too shy… If you forgive me and take this doll, I will say that I love you… everyday… till I die… Jo… I love you…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears came flowing out of me. Why? Why? I asked god, why do I only know about all this now? He can’t be by my side, but he loved me until his last minute…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that… and for that reason… to me… it became courage… to live a beautiful life….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112107342234888149?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112107342234888149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112107342234888149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112107342234888149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112107342234888149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-love-you.html' title='&quot;I Love You&quot;'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112081906824488899</id><published>2005-07-08T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T03:37:48.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Wait to say "I Love You"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Billy loved Katie with all his heart. But he never told a Single soul. Katie secretly loved him too. But she thought she would never have a chance with him. Billy asked his friends what they think of her and his friends thought she was gay. They didn't like her at all. So Billy just went along with them. They all made fun of her and made her feel really bad. Katie was so upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;One day they followed her home from school making fun of her the whole way home. Once she got inside her house she dropped to the floor cringe. She had a crush on Billy since 3rd grade. She didn't know what to do. When Billy got home he felt real bad about what he had done. So he decided to go to Katie's house to tell her he was sorry and that he really loves her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;When he got there he knocked on the door no one answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The door was open so he walked in. He walked into the living room and found Katie lying dead on the floor. She had slit her wrists. Billy was so up set . He knew it was his fault she killed her self. And now he could never tell her how he really felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The lesson of this story is: Don't wait to until the last minute to tell someone how you really feel. Because it just might be too late. And don't always go by what your friends say, follow your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112081906824488899?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112081906824488899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112081906824488899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112081906824488899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112081906824488899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/07/dont-wait-to-say-i-love-you.html' title='Don&apos;t Wait to say &quot;I Love You&quot;'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112072357406671734</id><published>2005-07-07T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T01:06:14.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Reasons to be a Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;1. Free drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Free dinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Free movies (you get the point).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You can hug your friend without wondering if she thinks you're gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You can hug your friend without wondering if YOU'RE gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You know The Truth about whether size matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Speeding ticket? What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. New lipstick gives you a whole new lease on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You never had to walk down the hall with your binder strategically positioned in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you have sex with someone and don't call him the next day, you're not the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Condoms make no significant difference in your enjoyment of sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If you have to be home in time for 90210, you can say so, out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you're not making enough money you can blame the glass ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You can sleep your way to the top. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;15. You can sue the President for sexual harassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Nothing crucial can be cut off with one clean sweep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. It's possible to live your whole life without ever taking a group shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. No fashion faux pas you make could rival The Speedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise and Tom Selleck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. You don't have to fart to amuse yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. If you cheat on your spouse, people assume it's because you're being emotionally neglected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. YOU never have to wonder if his orgasm was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. You'll never have to decide where to hide your nose-hair clipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. No one passes out when you take off your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If you think the person you're dating really likes you, you don't have to break up with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Excitement is only as far away as the nearest beauty-supply store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. If you forget to shave, no one has to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. You can congratulate your teammate without ever touching her ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. If you have a zit, you can conceal it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. You never have to reach down every so often to make sure your privates are still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. If you're dumb, some people will find it cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. You don't have to memorize Caddyshack or Fletch to fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. You have the ability to dress yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. You have an excuse to be a total bitch at least once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. You can talk to people of the opposite sex without having to picture them naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. If you marry someone 20 years younger, you're aware that you look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. If you're wearing cologne, you don't have to pretend it's after shave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. You'll probably never see someone you know while peeing in an alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. You'll never have to punch a hole through anything with your fist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. You can quickly end any fight by crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Your friends won't think you're weird if you ask whether there's spinach in your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. There are times when chocolate really can solve all your problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. You've never had a goatee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Gay waiters don't make you uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. You'll never regret piercing your ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. You can fully assess a person just by looking at her shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. You'll never discover you've been duped by a Wonderbra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. You don't have hair on your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. You know which glass was yours by the lipstick mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. You get to hate Kathie Lee in the way only another woman truly can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovefatedestiny.com/"&gt;Love, Faith, Destiny&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112072357406671734?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112072357406671734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112072357406671734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112072357406671734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112072357406671734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/07/50-reasons-to-be-woman_07.html' title='50 Reasons to be a Woman'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112071194850581644</id><published>2005-07-06T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T21:54:41.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules That  Guys Wished Girls Knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;2. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Learn to work the toilet seat: if it's up put it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't cut your hair. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Birthdays, Valentines, and Anniversaries are not quests to see if he can find the perfect present, again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sometimes, he's not thinking about you. Live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't ask him what he's thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as navel lint, the shotgun formation and monster trucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Get rid of your cat. And no, it's not different, it's just like every other cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Dogs are better than ANY cats. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Sunday = Sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Shopping is not a sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Anything you wear is fine. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You have enough clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You have too many shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Crying is blackmail. Use it if you must, but don't expect us to like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Your brother is an idiot, you ex-boyfriend is an idiot and your Dad probably is too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Ask for what you want. Subtle hints don't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. No, he doesn't know what day it is. He never will. Mark anniversaries on a calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Yes, pissing standing up is more difficult than peeing from point blank range. We're bound to miss sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Most guys own two or three pairs of shoes -- What makes you think we'd be any good at choosing which pair, out of thirty, would look good with your dress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Your Mom doesn't have to be our best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Foreign films are best left to foreigners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Check you oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Don't give us 50 rules when 25 will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Don't fake it. We'd rather be ineffective than deceived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. It is neither in your best intrest or ours to take the quiz together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Anything we said 6 or 8 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. All comments become null and void after 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. If you don't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't expect us to act like soap opera guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. If something we said can be interpreted two ways, and one of the ways makes you sad and angry, we meant the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Let us ogle. If we don't look at other women, how can we know how pretty you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. You can either ask us to do something OR tell us how you want it done -- not both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Christopher Columbus didn't need directions, and neither do we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Women wearing Wonder bras and low-cut blouses lose their right to complain about having their boobs stared at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Consider Golf a mini-vacation from you. We need it, just like you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Telling us that the models in the men's magazines are airbrushed makes you look jealous and petty and it's certainly not going to deter us from reading the magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. The relationship is never going to be like it was the first two months we were going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;AND FINALLY, THE NUMBER ONE RULE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't rub the lamp if you don't want the genie to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovefatedestiny.com"&gt;Love, Faith, Destiny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112071194850581644?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112071194850581644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112071194850581644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112071194850581644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112071194850581644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/07/rules-that-guys-wished-girls-knew.html' title='Rules That  Guys Wished Girls Knew'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112063642700945229</id><published>2005-07-06T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T00:53:47.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sweet Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose. His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;During the next year and one-month the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A Romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting - 7:00 pm at Grand Central Station in New York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"You'll recognize me, " she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel." So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened: A young women was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips. "Going my way, sailor?" she murmured. Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A women well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the women whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the women, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment. "I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The women's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should go and tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's not difficult to understand and admire Miss Maynell's wisdom. The true nature of a heart is seen in it's response to the unattractive. "Tell me whom you love," Houssaye wrote, "And I will tell you who you are."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tell You Friends About This Story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112063642700945229?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112063642700945229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112063642700945229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112063642700945229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112063642700945229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/07/sweet-love-story.html' title='A Sweet Love Story'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112052867296433476</id><published>2005-07-04T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T18:58:25.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Installing Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tech Support: Yes, ... how can I help you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Well, after much consideration, I've decided to install Love.&lt;br /&gt;Can you guide me though the process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Yes. I can help you. Are you ready to proceed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Well, I'm not very technical, but I think I'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;What do I do first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: The first step is to open your Heart. Have you located&lt;br /&gt;your Heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes, but there are several other programs running now.&lt;br /&gt;Is it okay to install Love while they are running?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: What programs are running ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Let's see, I have Past Hurt, Low Self-Esteem, Grudge&lt;br /&gt;and Resentment running right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: No problem, Love will gradually erase Past Hurt from&lt;br /&gt;your current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory&lt;br /&gt;but it will no longer disrupt other programs. Love will eventually&lt;br /&gt;override Low Self-Esteem with a module of its own called High&lt;br /&gt;Self-Esteem. However, you have to completely turn off Grudge and&lt;br /&gt;Resentment. Those programs prevent Love from being properly installed.&lt;br /&gt;Can you turn those off ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I don't know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: With pleasure. Go to your start menu and invoke&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness. Do this as many times as necessary until Grudge and&lt;br /&gt;Resentment have been completely erased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Okay, done! Love has started installing itself. Is that normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Yes, but remember that you have only the base program.&lt;br /&gt;You need to begin connecting to other Hearts in order to get the&lt;br /&gt;upgrades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Oops! I have an error message already. It says,&lt;br /&gt;"Error - Program not run on external components."&lt;br /&gt;What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Don't worry. It means that the Love&lt;br /&gt;program is set up to run on Internal Hearts, but has not yet been run&lt;br /&gt;on your Heart. In non-technical terms, it simply means you have to Love&lt;br /&gt;yourself before you can Love others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: So, what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Pull down Self-Acceptance; then click on the following&lt;br /&gt;files: Forgive-Self; Realize Your Worth; and Acknowledge your&lt;br /&gt;Limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Okay, done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Now, copy them to the "My Heart" directory. The system&lt;br /&gt;will overwrite any conflicting files and begin patching faulty&lt;br /&gt;programming. Also, you need to delete Verbose Self-Criticism from all&lt;br /&gt;directories and empty your Recycle Bin to make sure it is completely&lt;br /&gt;gone and never comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Got it. Hey! My heart is filling up with new files.&lt;br /&gt;Smile is playing on my monitor and Peace and Contentment are copying&lt;br /&gt;themselves all over My Heart. Is this normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Sometimes. For others it takes awhile, but eventually&lt;br /&gt;everything gets it at the proper time. So Love is installed and&lt;br /&gt;running. One more thing before we hang up. Love is Freeware.&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to give it and its various modules to everyone you meet.&lt;br /&gt;They will in turn share it with others and return some cool modules back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Thank you, God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send this to every one you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112052867296433476?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112052867296433476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112052867296433476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112052867296433476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112052867296433476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/07/installing-love.html' title='Installing Love'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112045764773198979</id><published>2005-07-03T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T23:16:04.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sad Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It had been raining for more than a week, so much rain it made everyday seemed so restless and gloomy. She called and said she was coming up. It was the third time she came up to see me that week. I carried her excuse of why she came all the way here and went to meet her at the nearby seven-eleven. She was standing there alone, carrying her red umbrella. Her friend had dropped her off. It was raining and she was shivering. She looked weak and fragile in the harsh rain, wearing not enough to keep her warm.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;      I walked up to her and said, "You shouldn't come see me anymore," and        stuff like how we shouldn't be together.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;      She said, "I miss you."&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;      I told her coldly, "Lets go, I'll take you home."&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;      She did not open up her umbrella, I knew she wanted to share mine.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;      I said, "Open up your umbrella, let's go."&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt; Unwillingly, She opened up her umbrella and walked with me to the car. She said she hadn't eat lunch or dinner and asked if we could stop at some place to eat.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;      Right away I answered with a stoned heart, "No!"&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;      Disappointed, she asked me to take her to the train station, she said she        would take the train back home.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt; Maybe it was the rain, all the trains were full of people with umbrellas and suit cases who were eager to get home, not caring about who just passed by. We waited and waited, she looked at me innocently. Being together for so long, of course I knew what she meant. I understand how she must feel when she came all this way here in this kind of weather and I treat her like this. With her soft eyes staring at me, I felt guilt and wanted to let her stay for the night.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;      But reality struck again, I said to her coldly, "Let's go try the other        train station."&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt; We were living in the same apartment building, on the same floor. Back then there were four of us, and we got along well. We would always eat dinner together, watch movies, and sometimes go camping. We were more like a family, but I didn't know I would end up falling in love with the only girl of the four. Maybe it was during the last year of college, having living together for two years, we developed deep feelings for each other. After she graduated she went back home, and I stayed for one more year to finish school. During that year I was only able to take the train down to see her on holidays, but never for long. That was how we kept the treasured relationship.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt; We were walking along the side of the road. She was in front of me and I was right behind her. Her umbrella had a broken spoke. She looked liked a wounded soldier, carrying her rusted rifle walking weakly. Many times, she was too into thinking or whatever she was doing, drifting off the road, she almost got hit by the cars passing by. I wanted to just take her in my arms, but with the love I had for her and the constant pain in my stomach, I did nothing. On the way, we passed by the park where we use to always go. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt; She begged and said, "Lets go in the park just for a little while please, I promise I'll go home right after this." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt; With her begging, my cold heart softened, but I still put up an annoyed face and walked in the park. I was just sitting on the benches looking like I wanted to leave. She went to the big oak tree and she was looking for something. I knew she was looking for what we wrote on that tree with a silver ink pen half a year ago. If I remember it right, it said, "Chris and Susan was here, Chris had tea and Susan was drinking hot chocolate. Hope Chris and Susan would always remember this day, always loving each other, forever." She was looking around for quite a while, then she came back slowly with tears on her face. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;       She said, "Chris, I can't find it, it's not there anymore." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt; I felt so sour inside, there was a stream of pain, flowing into my heart, the kind of pain I've never felt before. But all I could do was pretend I didn't care, and said, "Can we go now?" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt; I opened up my big black umbrella, she was just standing there, didn't want to leave yet, hoping there was still a chance. She said, "You made up the story of you and that other girl didn't you? I know I frustrate you sometimes, but I'll change, can't we start over?" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt; I didn't say a word, just looked down and shook my head. After that we just kept on walking towards the train station, didn't say a word to each other. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt; Four years ago, the doctor said I had cancer, but it was found early, so it was still curable. Thinking that it was okay, I started living my normal life again, and even forgot about the cancer. I didn't think about the cancer again and did not go back to the doctor. Until a month ago, my stomach was hurting for two weeks straight, and the nightmare awakened me again. First I thought the pain wouldl go away, but it grew stronger until to the point that I couldn't take it anymore. I went back to the doctor and took an X-ray. The picture came out and there was a big black spot, which proved the truth that I did not want to believe. I was at the most glittering part of my life, but it was coming to an end. I wanted myself and the people around me to go through the least pain possible, so I decided to commit suicide. But I couldn't let people find out about my intentions, especially Susan, the person I love the most in this whole world, who still doesn't know about the truth. Susan was still young, she shouldn't have to go through this. So I made up some stories and lied to her. It was a cruel thing to do, and it broke her heart, but it was the fastest way to wipe out three years's feelings. I didn't have much time, because I would soon start to loose hair and she would find out eventually. But now I'm close to succeeding, this drama would soon be over. Thirty minutes more this would all come to an end, that was what I had in mind. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt; The train had stopped running so I called a taxi for her. We were just standing there, waiting, loosing our last moments in silence. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt; I saw the taxi from far away, I held my tears and said to her, "Take care of yourself, take good care of yourself." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt; She didn't talk, just nodded lightly, and then opened up her misshaped umbrella and stepped out on the street. Out in the rain, we became two single life forms, one red, one black, so far away from each other. I opened the door for her and she got in, then I close the gate that would separate me from her forever. I stood by the car, staring in the dark window, at the first love in my life, also the last one, walking out of my life. The car started, driving into the street. Finally I couldn't hold my sorrow and the twist in my heart any longer, waving my arms rapidly chasing after the taxi, because I knew, this would be the last time I see her. I wanted to tell her I still love her, I wanted to tell her to stay, I wanted to tell her so much, but the taxi had already turned in the corner. Warm tears kept falling down my face, blended with the cold rain drops. I was cold, not because of the rain. I was cold inside.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt; She left, and I didn't get anymore of her phone calls even until today. I know she didn't see my tears, because they were washed away by the rain. I left without regrets. But I'm not Chris, I'm that girl Susan, using my memory, and his diary I found after one year since he left, writing down these last words. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;              &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112045764773198979?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112045764773198979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112045764773198979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112045764773198979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112045764773198979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/07/sad-love-story.html' title='A Sad Love Story'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-112043944516284668</id><published>2005-07-03T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T18:10:45.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A CUTE POEM FOR A CUTE GIRL</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;You changed my world with a blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;That is something that I can not deny&lt;br /&gt;You put my soul from worst to best&lt;br /&gt;That is why I treasure you my dearest Marites  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;You just don't know what you have done for me&lt;br /&gt;You even pushed me to the best that I can be&lt;br /&gt;You really are an angel sent from above&lt;br /&gt;To take care of me and shower with love  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;When I'm with you I will not cry even a single a tear&lt;br /&gt;And your touch have chased away all of my fear&lt;br /&gt;You have given me a life that I could live worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;It is even better everytime you smile  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;It so magical those things you've made&lt;br /&gt;To bring back my faith that almost fade&lt;br /&gt;Now my life is a dream come true&lt;br /&gt;It all began when I was loved by you  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Now I have found what I am looking for&lt;br /&gt;It's you and your love and nothing more&lt;br /&gt;Co'z you have given me this feeling of contentment&lt;br /&gt;In my life something I've never felt  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I wish I could talk 'til the end of day&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm running out of things to say&lt;br /&gt;So I'll end by the line you already know&lt;br /&gt;"I LOVE YOU" more than what I could show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;----Author: Anonymous-----  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-112043944516284668?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/112043944516284668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=112043944516284668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112043944516284668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/112043944516284668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/07/cute-poem-for-cute-girl.html' title='A CUTE POEM FOR A CUTE GIRL'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-111959541130274376</id><published>2005-06-23T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T23:46:39.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God sent you</title><content type='html'>One day a sweet little girl becomes  puzzled about her origin. "How did I get here, Mommy?" she asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother replies, using a well-worn phrase, "Why  God sent you, Honey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And did God send you too, Mommy?"  she continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Sweetheart, he did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And Daddy, and Grandma and Grandpa, and their moms  and dads, too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Honey, all of them, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child shakes her head in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then you're telling me there's been no sex in this  family for over 200 years? No wonder everyone is so  grouchy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-111959541130274376?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/111959541130274376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=111959541130274376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/111959541130274376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/111959541130274376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/06/god-sent-you.html' title='God sent you'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-111950866692448162</id><published>2005-06-22T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T23:47:38.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;A  bus carrying only ugly people crashes into an oncoming truck,  and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;everyone inside dies. They then get  to meet their maker and, because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;the grief they have experienced, he  decides to grant them one wish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;each,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;before they enter  Paradise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;They're all lined up, and God asks the first one what  the wish is."I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;want to be gorgeous," and so God snaps His fingers,  and it is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;The second one in line hears this  and says "I want to be gorgeous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Another snap of His fingers and the  wish is granted. This goes on for  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;a while but when God is halfway down the line, the  last guy in the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;starts laughing. When there are only  ten people left, this guy is =20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;rolling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;on the floor, laughing his head off.  Finally, God reaches this guy and  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;asks him what his wish will  be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;The guy eventually calms down and says:"Make 'em all  ugly again".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;NEXT TIME YOU'RE LAST IN LINE -- CONSIDER YOURSELF  BLESSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-111950866692448162?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/111950866692448162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=111950866692448162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/111950866692448162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/111950866692448162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/06/bus-carrying-only-ugly-people-crashes.html' title=''/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-111942757136335402</id><published>2005-06-22T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T01:06:11.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY DO MEN PEE STANDING UP??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;God was just about  done creating humans, but he had  two parts left over and couldn't quite  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;decide how to  split them between Adam and  Eve. He thought He might  just as well ask  them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;He told them one of  the things He had left was a thing  that would allow the owner to pee while  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;standing up.  "It's a very handy thing," God  told them, "and I was  wondering if either one of you had a  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;preference for it."  Well, Adam jumped up and  down and begged, "Oh, please  give that to me! I'd love  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;to be able to do that! It  seems like just  the sort of thing a man should have. Please! Pleeease! Give it  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;to me!"  On and on he went like an excited  little boy. Eve just smiled and told God that if Adam really  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;wanted it so  badly, he co uld have it. So  God gave Adam the thing  that allowed him to pee standing  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;Adam was so excited  he just started whizzing all over  the place - first on the side of a rock, then  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;he wrote his name in the sand, and then he  tried to see if he  could hit a stump ten feet away -  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;laughing with delight  all the while.  God  and Eve watched him with amusement and then God said  to  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;Eve, "Well, I guess you're kind of stuck with  the last  thing I have left."  "What's it called?" asked Eve.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;"Brains," said  God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-111942757136335402?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/111942757136335402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=111942757136335402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/111942757136335402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/111942757136335402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/06/why-do-men-pee-standing-up.html' title='WHY DO MEN PEE STANDING UP??'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-111933967422662666</id><published>2005-06-21T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T00:41:14.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only I have, I will</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-left: 0.25in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A friend is  someone who smiles when you smile, laughs when&lt;br /&gt;you laugh, and holds your  hand when you cry. But what if a&lt;br /&gt;friend fell in love with you? Will you fall  for him too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-left: 0.25in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;"You always call me 'tol' whenever  you have trouble and&lt;br /&gt;needs something to console. I have never hesitated to &lt;br /&gt;approach you every time I notice you having double thoughts&lt;br /&gt;in a  situation that frustrates you, but in return, you do&lt;br /&gt;the same. I have given  you everything that will make you&lt;br /&gt;satisfy and happy, but in return, you made  me grow and true&lt;br /&gt;to myself. I have never wanted to see you cry, but in &lt;br /&gt;return, you never wanted to see me hurt...Friend, I know, you&lt;br /&gt;will never  be as thankful as I am now of having you in my&lt;br /&gt;life, I just want you to know  how lucky I am of having you&lt;br /&gt;as my best friend". These are his simple but  very&lt;br /&gt;meaningful words when I had my debut three years ago. Maybe&lt;br /&gt;to  others, this sounds so sweet and must be remembered for&lt;br /&gt;the rest of a man's  life, but to me, I'd rather forget it&lt;br /&gt;than to suffer in a more painful  feeling of recalling those&lt;br /&gt;times when I believed, loved and hurt.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-left: 0.25in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I just remember four years ago,  the very first time we met.&lt;br /&gt;It was in his dad's car. He was crying. And when  I was&lt;br /&gt;about to ask him, he suddenly opened the door and said,&lt;br /&gt;"All girls  are all the same!" and you immediately walked&lt;br /&gt;away. I was shocked and never  found the courage of running&lt;br /&gt;after him. I didn't actually understand what he  said, and&lt;br /&gt;all I knew was, I just liked to know him better. On the&lt;br /&gt;next  day, I decided to look for him and help him to&lt;br /&gt;anything that was bothering  in his mind ('I thought I could&lt;br /&gt;help'). I bought a diary for him so that it  could help him&lt;br /&gt;to ease his mind and heart when facing problems like that, &lt;br /&gt;because I know, he only lacks advice and ability to speak&lt;br /&gt;what he feels.  And maybe, having that diary could help him&lt;br /&gt;in improving. I thought it was  easy for me finding him&lt;br /&gt;because his dad and my mom we're best friends  before, but&lt;br /&gt;then I was wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-left: 0.25in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Dissatisfied, I went home. Nothing  was in my mind. All I&lt;br /&gt;saw was his face and his tears flowing in his cheeks.  As I&lt;br /&gt;was about to open the door of my room, someone shocked me&lt;br /&gt;by  tapping my shoulder. I thought of ghosts or anything&lt;br /&gt;that terrorizes me  every time I hear stories as such. When&lt;br /&gt;I turned my back toward the person,  "It's you!!!" I shouted&lt;br /&gt;and looking amazingly on him. He bowed and  whispered, "I'm&lt;br /&gt;so sorry...it's just..." I don't know what to do then. I  felt&lt;br /&gt;something like I was so much hurt and damaged because of&lt;br /&gt;the trauma  of the last time we met. "It's just I was really&lt;br /&gt;damn of hurting someone who  didn't deserve to be hurt like&lt;br /&gt;you", he said. For unknown reasons, I hugged  him tight and&lt;br /&gt;gave the diary immediately to him. I actually didn't know &lt;br /&gt;what the hell I was doing, all I knew was I wanted him to&lt;br /&gt;feel at ease  and comfortable. All I knew was that I fell&lt;br /&gt;for him for the second time we  met. If only I had a chance&lt;br /&gt;and even a gram of confidence to tell him I love  him, I&lt;br /&gt;will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-left: 0.25in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Days and weeks came. We became so  close. We made sure that&lt;br /&gt;we see each other often. Every time troubles came  to us we&lt;br /&gt;never forget each other's company. We knew in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;that  we only found the best advice and friendship with each&lt;br /&gt;other, and no one  else can disagree to that and our parents&lt;br /&gt;can testify to it. We became so  much closer that we decided&lt;br /&gt;to have the same dreams like dreaming of the  same wedding&lt;br /&gt;ambiance. White carpet, whit roses, white motif...all white &lt;br /&gt;surrounds our wedding day. I saw he's face really&lt;br /&gt;tantalizing of seeing  his future wedding with someone,&lt;br /&gt;while me, seeing myself having that wedding  just with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-left: 0.25in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Months came. We celebrated my  debut with so much happiness&lt;br /&gt;and contentment in my heart. Of course, he was  my escort.&lt;br /&gt;He told many stories about our friendship and about our &lt;br /&gt;experiences to many people. That time, I was sure to what I&lt;br /&gt;exactly felt  for him, even if I didn't know if he loves me&lt;br /&gt;too, I didn't care. If only I  had a chance and even a gram&lt;br /&gt;of confidence to tell him I love him in front  of my guests&lt;br /&gt;and our friends, I will. But then I have none...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-left: 0.25in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;One day, when I was cleaning my  room and reminiscing the&lt;br /&gt;times I was with him, he called. I thought he  missed me so&lt;br /&gt;much and probably that's the reason of calling me in the &lt;br /&gt;phone. "'tol', I'm in love". Those were his words of&lt;br /&gt;happiness. I was  not actually hurt knowing the truth that I&lt;br /&gt;was not that lucky girl have  chosen. But the more words of&lt;br /&gt;glee and contentment came out his mouth, led  me of feeling&lt;br /&gt;being jealous and uneasy on him. But because I knew in &lt;br /&gt;myself that I loved him so much, I sacrificed that feeling&lt;br /&gt;and let him  feel I was so happy with his decision. If only&lt;br /&gt;I had a chance and even a  gram of confidence to tell him I&lt;br /&gt;love him in front of the woman he thought a  girl of his&lt;br /&gt;dreams, I will. But then I have none... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-left: 0.25in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Two years after, he was married to  that propitious woman. I&lt;br /&gt;never dreamt of that scene in my entire life; the  man of my&lt;br /&gt;life will marry a woman, who, unfortunately not me. I was&lt;br /&gt;not  actually in the mood that day. I told to myself, "I&lt;br /&gt;will not come, whatever  I takes". And just a few minutes,&lt;br /&gt;he called, pleading for me to come for  that special&lt;br /&gt;occasion. His "please" was never disappointed. I came, &lt;br /&gt;knowing that he fought with that never-to be-friend girl of&lt;br /&gt;having me as  the maid-of-honor. "I never wished that!" But&lt;br /&gt;what can I do, I'm just a  person who was in love with a&lt;br /&gt;perfect guy, unfortunately, he was never in  love with a&lt;br /&gt;simple person like me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-left: 0.25in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;In the church, every single  seconds, I felt that place was&lt;br /&gt;a hell. I felt being weary and very sick. And  what really&lt;br /&gt;hurt me was seeing them both happy and contented, not &lt;br /&gt;minding others' feelings; even I was a victim of their&lt;br /&gt;selfishness. Yuh,  I was hurt but behind that hurt lies an&lt;br /&gt;insult of why is the church not  covered with white motif.&lt;br /&gt;We actually dreamt of it before. There's no white  color&lt;br /&gt;except the bride's gown. Where is our dream? Huh, If only I&lt;br /&gt;had a  chance and a gram of confidence to tell him I love&lt;br /&gt;him, in front of the  priest and the altar, I will. But then&lt;br /&gt;I have none... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-left: 0.25in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;After the wedding, I had no other  news about him. Maybe, he&lt;br /&gt;already had forgotten me. Actually, no one knows  what was&lt;br /&gt;his business after the special event of his life, all I&lt;br /&gt;knew  was I love him and I was willing to sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;everything just to win him. I  never thought that giving him&lt;br /&gt;up was also the beginning of the separation of  our&lt;br /&gt;friendship that made me feel so dispossessed. But then,&lt;br /&gt;because of  lack of courage to tell him everything I felt, I&lt;br /&gt;was obliged to keep quiet.  Thus, I have learned to&lt;br /&gt;sacrifice my happiness just to make him pleased.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-left: 0.25in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;And now, I was given a chance to  dream here inside the&lt;br /&gt;church. Every man could think that this place could be  the&lt;br /&gt;place of their dreams to have their sacrament of marriage-&lt;br /&gt;a church  with so many roses inside and outside of it,&lt;br /&gt;fragrance of joy and happiness,  which tickles my mind every&lt;br /&gt;time I smell it. And when the silent mode of the  people&lt;br /&gt;around me makes me think, "what am I doing here?" I never&lt;br /&gt;wanted  to cry, but as I reminisce, everything I see became&lt;br /&gt;black and white,  everything I feel is a jagged and&lt;br /&gt;scorching surface, and everything I hear  is a grief for&lt;br /&gt;someone who became precious to everybody like me. Flowers &lt;br /&gt;will never be so adorable if something was written on it,&lt;br /&gt;like  "condolence". As I go nearer to him, everything makes&lt;br /&gt;clearer. "I can't  imagine life without you. How did you do&lt;br /&gt;this to me? How did you leave  someone who haven't expressed&lt;br /&gt;so much of her as she loves dearly?" I grieved  with&lt;br /&gt;sadness. I also cried while seeing the whole church covered&lt;br /&gt;with  white. That was our dream before, but not in this kind&lt;br /&gt;of scene. It should  be in our own wedding ambiance. But I&lt;br /&gt;didn't really made sense of it; I just  wanted to see him&lt;br /&gt;for the last time. There's nothing more I cant think of &lt;br /&gt;except learning to imagine my life without him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-left: 0.25in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I almost recovered with those  tears after a while. But his&lt;br /&gt;father approached me. "I know, it's really hard  for you"&lt;br /&gt;his father said with a sad smile, "I don't like you to know &lt;br /&gt;everything behind my son's death, but how could a father do&lt;br /&gt;it to his  son, I love him and it's your right to know about&lt;br /&gt;this." I listen carefully  and never had the time to close&lt;br /&gt;my eyes. I don't want to miss a single word  from him. Even&lt;br /&gt;it's hard for my heart to be open on what I must know, I &lt;br /&gt;must know it, no matter what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-left: 0.25in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;"Your friend died in my car. He  died because he inhaled too&lt;br /&gt;much carbon monoxide inside it. He was there  almost 12&lt;br /&gt;hours. We never knew he was there because the car was&lt;br /&gt;tinted  black and maids have no idea that he'll stay there&lt;br /&gt;in a long time." My body  and soul is almost okay after&lt;br /&gt;knowing that he died with no suffering or  aches, but still&lt;br /&gt;his father continues, "When we saw him, we know he's &lt;br /&gt;already dead. He's heart was relaxed and his hands are cold&lt;br /&gt;and already  numb. But as I looked at his eyes, I saw drops&lt;br /&gt;of tears flowing in his  cheeks. Amazingly, those tears are&lt;br /&gt;warm and fresh from his eyes. Hoping he's  still alive, we&lt;br /&gt;immediately send him to the hospital." He stopped for a &lt;br /&gt;while and have some deep breaths and continue, "I didn't go&lt;br /&gt;with them  when I saw this..." He gave me a diary, which I&lt;br /&gt;bought him years ago. "You  open it and give a little&lt;br /&gt;attention to it." After that, his father left me  and so, I&lt;br /&gt;started reading... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-left: 0.25in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The dates of our meetings and  friendly dates were all&lt;br /&gt;written there. I smiled and said to myself, "Of  course, he&lt;br /&gt;must write it, I'm his best friend." But what I can't find&lt;br /&gt;is  the date when he was married. And when I'm finding it, I&lt;br /&gt;saw a page where  there's a simple letter written on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-left: 0.25in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-left: 0.25in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;How many times did I pray you'd  find me, how many wishes on&lt;br /&gt;a star, gazing off into the dark, dreaming I'd  see your&lt;br /&gt;face, safe at home, unafraid and to captured in your&lt;br /&gt;embrace.  How many times, when my heart was broken. But&lt;br /&gt;visions of you would keep me  strong. You are with me all&lt;br /&gt;along, guiding my every step. You are all that I  am, and&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-left: 0.25in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;It was you, who first believed in  all that I was made to&lt;br /&gt;be. It was you, looked into my eyes, you held my hand  and&lt;br /&gt;showed me love. And I've never been the same, since I knew&lt;br /&gt;I fell  for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-left: 1.75in; margin-right: 1.5in; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-left: 0.25in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;If only I had a chance and  even a gram of confidence for&lt;br /&gt;you to know that I love you so much, I will.  But then I&lt;br /&gt;have none...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-111933967422662666?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/111933967422662666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=111933967422662666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/111933967422662666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/111933967422662666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/06/if-only-i-have-i-will.html' title='If Only I have, I will'/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-111931838375537149</id><published>2005-06-20T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T18:46:23.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;When  everybody on earth was dead and waiting to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;enter  Paradise, God appeared and said, "I want the men to make two lines. One  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;line for the men who were true heads of  their household and the other line for  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;the men who were dominated by their  women. I want all the women to report to St Peter."  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;Soon, the  women were gone and there were two lines  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;of men. The line of the men who were  dominated by their wives was 100 miles  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;long, and in the line of men who truly  were heads of their household, there was  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;only one man.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;God said,  "You men should be ashamed of yourselves.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;I created you to be the head of your  household. You have been disobedient  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;and not fulfilled your purpose. I told  you to be the spiritual leader in  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;your family. Of all of you only one  obeyed. Learn from him! Tell them my son,  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;how did you manage to be the only one in  this line?" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;The man  replied, "I don't know, my wife told me to  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;stand here."  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13535891-111931838375537149?l=aprilmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/feeds/111931838375537149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13535891&amp;postID=111931838375537149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/111931838375537149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13535891/posts/default/111931838375537149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmae.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-everybody-on-earth-was-dead-and.html' title=''/><author><name>aprilmae_pretty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/aprilmae_pretty/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13535891.post-111897348524743957</id><published>2005-06-16T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T19:05:47.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:green;"   &gt;In &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; your idea  of a good friend was the person who let you have the red crayon when all that  was left was the ugly black one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; your idea of a good friend was the person who went to the bathroom with you and held your hand as you walked through the scary halls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;second grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; your idea of a good friend  was the person who helped you stand up to the class bully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;third grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; your idea of a  good friend was the person who shared their lunch with you when you forgot yours  on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fourth  grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;your idea of a good friend was the person who was willing to switch square dancing partners in gym so you wouldn't have to be stuck do-si-do-ing with Nasty Nick or Smelly Susan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fifth grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; your idea of a friend was  the person who saved a seat on the back of the bus for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sixth grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/b&gt;your idea of a friend was the person who went up to Nick or Susan, your new crush, and asked them to dance with you, so that if they said no you wouldn't have to be embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seventh  grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; your idea of a friend was the person who let you copy the  social studies homework from the night before that you had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eighth grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pack up your stuffed animals and old baseball but didn't laugh at you when you finished and broke out into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ninth grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; your idea of a good friend was the person who would go to a party thrown by a senior so you wouldn't wind up being the only freshman there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tenth grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; your idea of a good friend  was the person who changed their schedule so you would have someone to sit with  at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;eleventh grade&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;your idea of a good friend was the person who gave you rides in their new car, convinced your parents that you shouldn't be grounded, consoled you when you broke up with Nick or Susan, and found you a date to the prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;twelfth grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pick out a college/university, assured you that you would get into that college/university, helped you deal with your parents who were having a hard time adjusting to the idea of letting you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; your idea of a good friend was the person who was crying on the inside but managed the biggest smile one could give as they congratulated you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;summer after twelfth grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you clean up the bottles from that party, helped you sneak out of the house when you just couldn't deal with your parents, assured you that now that you and Nick or you and Susan were back together, you could make it through anything, helped you pack up for university and just silently hugged you as you looked through blurry eyes at 18 years of memories you were leaving behind, and finally on those last days of childhood, went out of their way to give you reassurance that you would make it in college as well as you had these past 18 years, and most importantly sent you off to college knowing you were loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; your  idea of a good friend is still the person who gives you the&lt;br /&gt;better of the two choices, holds your hand when you're scared, helps you fight off those who try to take advantage of you, thinks of you at times when you are not there, reminds you of what 
