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SexyEyes's blog: "Life"

created on 01/14/2007  |  http://fubar.com/life/b44282

In The Arms of An Angel

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Such a wonderful mother, wife and friend.  I couldn't have asked for a better mother.  Sweetest lady ever.  Miss her so much and can't believe she's gone.  Don't know what I'm gonna do wothout her. Will forever be in my heart.

Moving

For those few that may not know already, I'm in the process of moving. I lived and grew up near Chicago and moved down to southern Missouri 3 years ago. Now, heading back up north for a bit to the wonderful state of Indiana. I must be crazy, huh? lol Long story but have my reasons. I'm hoping this will be a good thing for my daughter and I. I better make sure I pack my winter clothes. I'm all packed and just about all ready to go. So after tonight I will be gone for a bit until I get settled in and get internet service up and running again. Will miss you all. Keep the love coming and I will catch up and return all the love when I get back.

Note of Thanks

Just wanted to say thanks to all who sent me such wonderful birthday wishes and for all the great gifts. Really appreciate all the love. You guys are the best. Satisfaction.com Free Comment Codesp.gif
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A Kind, Loving Heart

Some folks grow older with birthdays, it's true, but others grow nicer as years widen their view. No one will notice a few little wrinkles when a kind, loving heart fills the eyes full of twinkles. Today fill an emptiness in someone's life. Irrespective of age, you can add happiness and eliminate loneliness in another person's day. Helen Steiner Rice

Making The Best

Stop wishing for things you complain you have not, and start making the best of all that you've got. Today be happy with what you have - not discontent with what you don't have. Helen Steiner Rice

A Prayer For Courage

May I never give way to self-pity and sorrow, may I always be sure of a better tomorrow, may I stand undaunted come what may, secure in the knowledge I have only to pray. Today do not quit - carry on. Look ahead, not back. Regret is futile. Helen Steiner Rice

Lost and confused

What is going on? In the past week, I have been misunderstood, used, and have lost two very good friends. Is it just me or am I just loosing my mind? I try to be as honest as I can be. I don't lie, pretend to be something I' not and most definitely try not to play games with people. I have been on this site since this past December and have made quite a few wonderful friends. That's why I came here, to make friends, have fun but definitely not at anyone's expense and possibly maybe even have a friendship develop into something more. Why is it though that lately, all the communication wires seemed to have gotten all screwed up. I feel like I don't know what's real and what's not. I have suddenly become very confused. How does one define the fine line between innocent flirting to knowing it is more than just that. What I thought was just flirting, turned out to mean more to some and vice versa. Lack of communication I suppose is a main culprit as well as can be truth and honesty. All I know is this has become a very sad day for me. It hurts when someone you do care about thinks you're something you're not. I don't like to be hurt and damn sure don't go out of my way to hurt or play games with others. So I end today with my privacy being invaded, being used. and losing a very, very nice guy and friend.

Times Gone By

This is so true of times gone by.... MEMORIES A little house with three bedrooms and one car on the street, A mower that you had to push to make the grass look neat. In the kitchen on the wall we only had one phone, And no need for recording things, someone was always home. We only had a living room where we would congregate, Unless it was at mealtime in the kitchen where we ate. We had no need for family rooms or extra rooms to dine, When meeting as a family those two rooms would work out fine. We only had one TV set, and channels maybe two , But always there was one of them with something worth the view. For snacks we had potato chips that tasted like a chip, And if you wanted flavor there was Lipton's onion dip. Store-bought snacks were rare because my mother liked to cook, And nothing can compare to snacks in Betty Crocker's book. Weekends were for family trips or staying home to play, We all did things together -- even go to church/synagogue to pray. When we did our weekend trips depending on the weather, No one stayed at home because we liked to be together. Sometimes we would separate to do things on our own, But we knew where the others were without our own cell phone. Then there were the movies with your favorite movie star, And nothing can compare to watching movies in your car. Then there were the picnics at the peak of summer season, Pack a lunch and find some trees and never need a reason. (notice how we dressed!) Get a baseball game together with all the friends you know, Have real action playing ball -- and no game video Remember when the doctor used to be the family friend, And didn't need insurance or a lawyer to defend? The way that he took care of you or what he had to do, Because he took an oath and strived to do the best for you. (and sometimes that meant coming to your home) Remember going to the store and shopping casually, And when you went to pay for it you used your own money? Nothing that you had to swipe or punch in some amount, Remember when the cashier person had to really count? (Why I think they even knew the name of everyone on every bill) The milkman used to go from door to door, And it was just a few cents more than going to the store. There was a time when mailed letters came right to your door , Without a lot of junk mail ads sent out by every store. The mailman knew each house by name and knew where it was sent; There were not loads of mail addressed to "present occupant." There was a time when just one glance was all that it would take, And you would know the kind of car, the model and the make. They didn't look like turtles trying to squeeze out every mile; They were streamlined, white walls, fins, and really had some style. One time the music that you played whenever you would jive, Was from a vinyl, big-holed record The record player had a post to keep them all in line, And then the records would drop down and play one at a time. Oh sure, we had our problems then, just like we do today, And always we were striving, trying for a better way. Oh, the simple life we lived still seems like so much fun, How can you explain a game, just kick the can and run? And why would boys put baseball cards between bicycle spokes, And for a nickel red machines had little bottled Cokes? This life seemed so much easier and slower in some ways, I love the new technology but I sure miss those days. So time moves on and so do we, and nothing stays the same, But I sure love to reminisce and walk down memory lane.

I Am Crystal Meth

This poem really hit home with me as loved and lost my ex husband to drugs. I have lived through and seen first hand the power it holds. They will destroy you and everything around you. I sometimes feel I failed, as was not able to bring him back from it's powerful grasps and he paid the ultimate price. I would not wish this hell on my worst enemy. 'I AM CRYSTAL METH ' This was written by a young girl who was in jail for drug charges, and was addicted to crystal meth . She wrote this while in jail. As you will soon read, she fully grasped the horrors of the drug, as she tells in this simple, yet profound poem. She was released from jail, but true to her story, the drug owned her. Please keep praying for our Children, Teens, Young adults. Understand, this thing is worse than any of us realize.........and now it comes under the cover of the flavored crystal candy ... My Name: 'Is TICK' I destroy homes, I tear families apart, Take your children, and that's just the start. I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold, The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold. If you need me, remember! I'm easily found, I live all around you - in schools and in town. I live with the rich; I live with the poor, I live down the street, and maybe next door. I'm made in a lab, but not like you think, I can be made under the kitchen sink. In your child's closet, and even in the woods, If this scares you to death, well it certainly should. I have many names, but there's one you know best, I'm sure you've heard of me, my name is crystal meth. My power is awesome; try me you'll see, But if you do, you may never break free. Just try me once and I might let you go, But try me twice, and I'll own your soul. When I possess you, you'll steal and you'll lie, You do what you have to -- just to get high. The crimes you'll commit for my narcotic charms Will be worth the pleasure you'll feel in your arms, (your lungs, and your nose). You'll lie to your mother; you'll steal from your dad, When you see their tears, you should feel sad. But you'll forget your morals and how you were raised, I'll be your conscience, I'll teach you my ways. I take kids from parents, and parents from kids, I turn people from God, and separate friends. I'll take everything from you, your looks and your pride, I'll be with you always -- right by your side. You'll give up everything - your family, your home, Your friends, your money, then you'll be alone. I'll take and take, till you have nothing more to give, When I'm finished with you, you'll be lucky to live. If you try me be warned - this is no game, If given the chance, I'll drive you insane. I'll ravish your body, I'll control your mind, I'll own you completely, your soul will be mine. The nightmares I'll give you while lying in bed, The voices you'll hear, from inside your head. The sweats, the shakes, the visions you'll see, I want you to know, these are all gifts from me. But then it's too late, and you'll know in your heart, That you are mine, and we shall not part. You'll regret that you tried me, they always do, But you came to me, not I to you. You knew this would happen, many times you were told, But you challenged my power, and chose to be bold. You could have said no, and just walked away, If you could live that day over, now what would you say? I'll be your master, you will be my slave, I'll even go with you, when you go to your grave. Now that you have met me, what will you do? Will you try me or not? It's all up to you. I can bring you more misery than words can tell, Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell. If you care enough, please forward this profound poem and share the deadly outcome of this drug........... The Choice is now Yours!!
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