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If I had a wish it would be to have the innocent trust of a new bride or the innocent love and trust of a child for their parents. To be totally trusting and knowing and loving as a child or a new bride would be probably the best feeling in the world as an adult. |
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| Some people have the hilarious,unbelievable notion that the world revolves around them,,,,perhaps they know something we don't? |
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| I keep trying to make it so that anyone can read and comment on journal but it keeps coming up Security it doesnt go through....then when i test reply to one of my journals, it says i cant because i have to be logged on but i checked off that anyone can comment....any suggestions or is there something i don't know about? thankyou for your help. |
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| As much as you would like to think you know a person, the only thing you can be really sure of is ,,, that you only know what they want you to know, nothing more, nothing less. The only person you can be sure of is yourself. The only person who you can know for sure and visa versa is yourself. All the rest are just an educated guess or half truthes, or parts of, or less than the whole picture. People only give you what they want to of themselves and the person you truley come to know inside and out and who does the same to you is usually your soul mate, and sometimes you don't ever really know everything about them either.....Just when you think you know a person, the rug is pulled out from under you and you land flat on your ass. Trust yourself and only yourself. It saves much heart ache and torture on yourself. Now when I can follow the rules I put down on paper for my own life, I will be a better person...lol, might be impossible. |
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Becareful what you wish for...becareful who you let give their "love" to you, for they may not know how to love....Most of all becareful who you give your love to; make sure they will cherish it well. Love never hurts, if it hurts, it' s not, nor has it ever been love. Keep your love safe and guarded and well hidden. This way when you find someone that you truley love and truley loves you.....it will be there to give as a precious gift. |
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Entry for October 07, 2005 Perfection is unatainable unless of course you are God. But we all strive to be perfect, to live in a perfect world, to be with a perfect person, to look perfect, to feel perfect, to make our children perfect, to make our homes perfect, to make our pets perfect, to make our beds perfectly.....and it isn't ever going to happen....its like trying to ride a bike up hill in a blizzard on a sheet of ice....Perhaps someday we will put the bike away until the blizzard goes away. Perhaps we will accept the fact that perfectness does not exsist, but only in our minds and thoughts and in God. |
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Don't ever mistake someones (mine) kindness for weakness. People tend to think if u are a kind person that you can not be strong or strong willed or strong minded. Kindness has nothing to do with weakness and everything to do with being strong. Only weakness and weakminded people can cause not being kind. Do not mistake anger for hate... Anger usually comes from being hurt by someone you like,love,admire,,,when they have done something to cause you pain, you hide behind the anger, but it is usually never hate, even when you mask it well. Do not take someones quietness for stupidity, they are usually listening and learning and remembering and calculating. Do not mistake someones ignorance for narrow mindedness, they have to be taught what it is they are ignorant of before they can become aware they are missing information that is making them look ignorant,and then if they choose to ignore that, they can be deemed narrowminded.......If I can think of anything else i have made mistakes about...i will let ya know"TYPE=PICT;ALT=Image" |
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Insomnia is evil, the sandman is a bastard, son of a bitch who always either keeps one waiting or stands them up completely for their sleep date. Insomnia makes me think of everything under the moon when I'm lying there tossing and turning.....What if Holly never gets married, will she live with us forever and bring home stray dogs forever, leaving me to take care of them forever while she continues to lead her life and still live at home FOREVER.....Will Matthew grow up to be a depressed writer or will he want to be a Priest..and oh My God...we aren't even Catholic, how will I explain that to the Bishop while I'm signing him up for priest school...is there even any such thing as a priest school and how will he be able to concentrate on all those Latin words...shit he is ADHD, he can't even concentrate on English words long enough to stay in school.....and do they allow ritalin in priest school.......hmmm....maybe i should talk him out of that one before he even realizes thats what he would want to do...better off being a depressed writer somewhere....or God forbidddddddddd...what if he wants to or worse yet HAS to join the Army??? WHY CANT I FUGGINN SLEEP...INSOMNIA I REBUKE YOU GET THE HELL BEHIND ME AND WHERE'S THAT DAMN SANDMAN.......and if Matthew goes to the Army and Holly never leaves home and the dogs are barking at every little noise, how in the world am I gonna get rid of this insomnia that keeps me forever thinking of all the horrible things that could go wrong and do go wrong and have gone wrong???? Pillows fly, blankets get tossed, clothes get tangled, hair is a mess, black circles where eyes used to be, thinking thinking,,,, does pancreatic cancer kill all its victims? .....TIC TOC TIC TOC,......I wonder if my sister thinks of me, when I think of her, I wonder if she is hurting, like I hurt for her. Friggin insomnia, I'm not giving in......she's probably still awake, thinking of her fate. I love my sister, I HATE INSOMNIA...i love my kids, I hate insomnia...i love the dogs, but don't let Holly bring one more home....i hate insomnia....as i examine the bruises on my hand,knowing i need to call the doctor....YES INSOMNIA, I GET THE HINT.....Sandman where the hell are you, it's getting very late....sighs, he sent his twin Ambien instead.....not has handsome but he sure can make one snooze.....g'nite |
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