Gets you wondering. You talk for about a year getting to know each other. You try your hardest to grab my attention and get me to notice you and keep at it till I do.

Finally your so call dreams come true, you've found that perfect one, even though we both have our flaws. The talks increase to everynight wanting to know more about each other, gaining each others trust. Thinking is he serious you bring down your guard but never speak those 3 little words.

You plan on meeting for the first time, arranging time off from your work and arranging for a ride to your transpertation.

Out of the blue everything changes, the phone calls stop. The e-mails and I miss you stop, thus you disapear completely. Leaving that one person wondering what went wrong and what is going on.

Many thoughts run inside your head, was it all a game, did he find someone eles to do his pleasure and meet his needs. In the end you give up and wonder what you are going to say if he does try to come back into your life.

This isn't just towards men but women too. I never can ( more likely won't) understand why they think it is fun to play games with peoples emotions and hearts. Are they that insecure about themselves that they have to go that low.

A young wife sat on a sofa on a hot humid day,

drinking iced tea and visiting with her Mother. As

they talked about life, about marriage, about the

responsibilities of life and the obligations of

adulthood, the mother clinked the ice cubes in her

glass thoughtfully and turned a clear, sober glance

upon her daughter.

"Don't forget your Sisters," she advised, swirling

the tea leaves to the bottom of her glass. "They'll

be more important as you get older. No matter how

much you love your husband, no matter how much you

love the children you may have, you are still going

to need Sisters. Remember to go places with them now

and then; do things with them."

"Remember that 'Sisters' means ALL the women...

your girlfriends, your daughters, and all your other

women relatives too. "You'll need other women. Women

always do."

What a funny piece of advice!' the young woman

thought. Haven't I just gotten married?

Haven't I just joined the couple-world? I'm now a

married woman, for goodness sake! A grownup! Surely

my husband and the family we may start will be all I

need to make my life worthwhile!'

But she listened to her Mother. She kept contact

with her Sisters and made more women friends each

year. As the years tumbled by, one after another,

she gradually came to understand that her Mom really

knew what she was talking about. As time and nature

work their changes and their mysteries upon a woman,

Sisters are the mainstays of her life.

After more than 50 years of living in this world,

here is what I've learned:

THIS SAYS IT ALL:

Time passes.

Life happens.

Distance separates.

Children grow up.

Jobs come and go.

Love waxes and wanes.

Men don't do what they're supposed to do.

Hearts break.

Parents die.

Colleagues forget favors.

Careers end.

BUT.........

Sisters are there, no matter how much time and how

many miles are

between you. A girl friend is never farther away

than needing her can reach.

When you have to walk that lonesome valley and you

have to walk it by yourself, the women in your life

will be on the valley's rim, cheering you on,

praying for you, pulling for you, intervening on

your behalf, and waiting with open arms at the

valley's end.

Sometimes, they will even break the rules and walk

beside you...Or come in and carry you out.

Girlfriends, daughters, granddaughters,

daughters-in-law, sisters, sisters-in-law, Mothers,

Grandmothers, aunties, nieces, cousins, and extended

family, all bless our life!

The world wouldn't be the same without women, and

neither would I. When we began this adventure called

womanhood, we had no idea of the incredible joys or

sorrows that lay ahead. Nor did we know how much we

would need each other.

Every day, we need each other still. Pass this on

to all the women who help make your life meaningful.

I just did. Short and very sweet:

There are more than twenty angels in this world.

Ten are peacefully sleeping on clouds. Nine are

playing. And one is reading her email at this

moment.

Send this message to ten of your friends including

me. If you get 5 replies, someone you love will

surprise you.

Happy days!

Don't break this; it's working

 

 

No School
I went in yesterday to register for my classes, come to find out I didn't pass some of my classes so i'll have to retake them over again. Ummm ok. They sent me over to some doctor person and she wasn't there, so I left them my cell phone number.

I had gotten a call this morning basically stating that it was impossible for me to finish the rest of my classes which would put me over 21 hours cause they were going to stick me on GPA Probation. She transerfered me over to the finacial office and they person there stated that NO they wouldn't accept me if I tryed to put in for another pell grant because of my GPA. That basically if I wish to return to school I'd have to pay for the classes myself books and all and they lady pretty much put it is as, well maybe you should reconsider coming back to school at all. She didn't even suggest a grant I could pay back ect or even help so I can bring my grades back up.

So since I'm not working to make enough money to pay for my own classe and books, i'm not gonna be able to return to school. So i'll more likely trying to find another job and work 2 jobs till I figure out what I'm going to do.

Yesterday we had a really really bad rain storm which lighting hit one of the boxes and blew the power out for a good 5 hours. Right now I don't know what's going on, uggg.. I'm hoping that me and Scott work out cause I really do like him alot. Anyways going to go check my e-mails and see what eles needs to be done.

Date: Apr 17, 2007 7:16 AM

If you could please repost this I would be beyond greatful.

MISSING FROM FLA.

Stewart Kidd (Left) age 7 and Sean Pritchett (Right) age 6
Picture was taken back in Feb 2006

Last known to be with their dad Matthew Pritchett

Picture taken back in 2005.

The last known address was in davenport fla. They have been missing since April 1 2007. I do not have any information on their dads new address or phone number. I've tryed calling his current phone number and get no answer.

If you have any information or know of their were abouts please contact the Polk County Police department. 863-533-0344

WHY DO MEN HAVE TO LIE??? I SERIOUSLY WOULD LIKE TO KNOW THIS, I MEAN WHY CAN'T SOMEONE BE TRUTHFULL AND BE THEMSELVES INSTEAD OF LYING ABOUT SOMETHING OR PRETENDING TO BE WHAT THEY ARE NOT.

BUDDY DID MOVE DOWN HERE AND HE KNOW HAS A CHOSE TO EITHER STAY N FIND A JOB THEN A NEW PLACE TO LIVE OR WHEN I GET MY NEXT CHECK ON THE 29TH I'LL BE SENDING HIM BACK TO SMITHVILLE TEXAS. AS FOR MYSELF ONCE I GET DONE WITH SCHOOL I'M MOVING BACK TO FLORIDA. PERIOD. I HAVE TO TALK TO THEIR DAD ABOUT GETTING A PLACE TO STAY OR APARTMENT WISE.

YESTERDAY WE WENT TO A JOB FAIR THING, WELL ON HIS APPLICATION IT STATED 1957, I HAD ASKED HIM WERE YOU BORN IN 1957 HE REPLYED YES. I ASKED HIM WHY DID YOU TELL ME YOU WERE 36 THEN, CAUSE IF YOU WERE THEN YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN BORN IN 1970'S. HE'S LIKE WELL I DIDN'T WANT TO RUN YOU OFF CAUSE OF MY AGE AND I DIDN'T WANNA BE FRIENDS EITHER.

WE WENT HOME AND I HAD GONE INTO THE BATH ROOM, COMING BACK OUT HE HANDED ME A PIECE OF PAPER WHICH HAD SOME GIRLS NUMBER ON IT THEN PROCEEDED TO GO OUTSIDE, I FOLLOWED HIM AND HE HAD A KNIFE IN HIS HANDS, HE WAS GOING TO KILL HIMSELF CAUSE HE HURT ME AND LIED TO ME. I WENT OFF ON HIM, AND TOOK THE KNIFE OUT OF HIS HANDS.

HE STILL WANTS TO GET BACK TOGETHER BUT I DON'T WANT TOO, HE CALLED ME COLD HEART THIS MORNING CAUSE I WASN'T ANSWERING ANY OF HIS E-MAILS THAT HE WAS SENDING ME ASKIN IF I STILL LOVED HIM ECT.. I'M SORRY IF I WAS THAT COLD HEARTED HIS ASS WOULD BE OUT ON THE STREET, INSTEAD OF STAYING AT THE HOUSE AND HAVING THE OPTIOION TO GET BACK ON HIS FEET..

HE HAS A JOB LINED UP IN SMITHVILLE TEXAS FROM HIS OLD BOSS, SO WILL SEE WHAT HAPPENS. I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF MY SHARE OF LYING MEN PERIOD.