KIDS’ LETTERS TO GOD

KIDS’ LETTERS TO GOD

Dear God,
Did you mean for the giraffe to look like that or was it an accident?
Norma

Dear God,
Instead of letting people die and having to make new ones, why don’t you
just keep the ones you have now?
Jane

Dear God,
Who draws the lines around the countries?
Nan

Dear God,
I went to this wedding and they kissed right in church. Is that okay?
Neil

Dear God,
Thank you for my baby brother, but what I prayed for was a puppy.
Joyce

Dear God,
It rained for our whole vacation and is my father mad! He said some things
about you that people are not supposed to say, but I hope you will not hurt
him anyway.
Your friend (but I am not going to tell you who I am)

Dear God,
Please send me a pony. I never asked for anything before. You can look it
up.
Bruce

Dear God,
If we come back as something, please don’t let me be Jennifer Horton,
because I hate her.
Denise

Dear God,
I want to be just like my daddy when I get big, but not with so much hair
all over.
Sam

Dear God,
I think about you sometimes, even when I’m not praying.
Elliott

Dear God,
I bet it is very hard for you to love all the people in the world. There are
only four people in our family and I can never do it.
Nan

Dear God,
Of all the people who worked for you, I like Noah and David the best.
Rob

Dear God,
My brothers told me about being born, but it doesn’t sound right. They are
just kidding, aren’t they?
Marsha

Dear God,
If you watch me in church Sunday, I’ll show you my new shoes.
Mickey

Dear God,
We read Thomas Edison made light. But in Sunday school, we learned that you
did it. So I bet he stole your idea.
Sincerely, Donna

Dear God,
I do not think anybody could be a better God. Well, I just want you to know
that I am not just saying this because you are God already.
Charles

Dear God,
I didn’t think orange went with purple until I saw the sunset you made on
Tuesday. That was cool!
Eugene

Dear God,
Maybe Cain and Abel would not kill each other so much if they had their own
rooms. It works with my brother.
Larry

– Authors Unknown

MEETING GOD

MEETING GOD

There once was a little boy who wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long
trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with Twinkies and a
six-pack of root beer, and he started his journey. When he had gone about
three blocks, he met an old woman. She was sitting in the park just staring
at some pigeons. The boy sat down next to her and opened his suitcase. He
was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the old
lady looked hungry so he offered her a Twinkie.

He gratefully accepted it and smiled at him. Her smile was so pretty that
the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered her a root beer. Once again,
she smiled at him. The boy was delighted! They sat there all afternoon
eating and smiling, but they never said a word. As it grew dark, the boy
realized how tired he was and he got up to leave, but before he had gone
more than a few steps; he turned around, ran back to the old woman, and gave her a hug. She gave him her biggest smile ever.

When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later; his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked him, “What did you do today that made you so happy?” He replied, “I had lunch with God.” But before his mother could respond, he added, “You know what? She’s got the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen!”

Meanwhile, the old woman, also radiant with joy, returned to her home. Her
son was stunned by the look of peace on her face and he asked, “Mother, what
did you do today that made you so happy?” She replied, “I ate Twinkies in
the park with God.” But before her son responded, she added, “You know he’s much younger than I expected.”

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a
listening ear, and honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of
which have the potential to turn a life around. People come into our lives
for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.

Embrace all equally!

– Author Unknown

Dirty dancing

Time of my life

Hungry eyes

But I guess, you will never find out ;p

pussycat dolls

tainted love

don’t need a man

don’t cha

buttons

You’re not God

A dog lives with its owner. It is groomed, petted, fed and played with. The dog thinks, “Wow! My owner must be God!”

A cat lives with its owner. It is groomed, petted, fed and played with. The cat thinks, “Wow! I must be God!”

Now I understand.

You are a cat. You think like a cat.

I am a dog. I think like a dog.

Either way…

You are not God

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boys, boobs and bollocks

It’s been a while since I last saw a movie in a theater. Maybe I just don’t remember. We, Jumbo (the BF) and I, saw The dark Knight the other Sunday. It was a great movie. I like Heath Ledger. I have a secret crush on him. It’s OK now. Nobody will get jealous coz Heath’s dead. Being in a movie theater is as much a luxury as shopping for me nowadays. So I’m very much pleased we went and watched a movie in a theater.

I think I watch at least two movies a day. A dear friend, the guitar man, collects DVDs and he’s got the best collection of booze. How could I resist the temptation? He lets me take the videos home, too. He lets me talk while watching the movie. I love that. A movie with him lasts for hours, everything discussed and explained to the tiniest detail. The friend’s GF is very jealous and so I was banned from the house. They are not together at the moment. They break up as often as we pause a movie! I’m an opportunist. I should go and visit him while they are not together. He also lets me play his guitars ;p

The other Saturday, friends (Mr. Star and the Greek) went over to Jumbo’s city. Jumbo, Mr. Star and I drove to the country side and the bay. The Greek missed the bus and arrived really late. I think it was five hours late. The next bus was two hours later and it’s about 2 hours away. Anyway, we had dinner and talked about politics (that’s the only politics you’ll ever read on my blog!!!). Everything was going great. I never thought I would miss my boys so much ;p

So after dinner, we met up with Jumbo’s other boys. Again I find myself in a sausage fest (I’m one of the boys^^). Luckily, we met 3 gals and started drinking with them. It took us a while to find a spot. The small city where Jumbo lives didn’t have space for us. We ended up at the Japanese place. We were the only people there. Of course, we talked about politics!!! I think I’m dating a politician ;p (Please read my preacher’s son entry. You gotta be as thick and as sweet as honey first, babe. Technically, you are a politician. You’re working for city hall ;p)

Then came more boys. Two from another city and the two big boys of the city. I think I got too wasted coz I was all over one of the gals boobs. She said it was okay to feel them. The boys were so fascinated and I just wanted to know what the fuss was all about. I’m a curious gal. I was the only one allowed to touch them anyway. So, I would never say no to that! I should be very honest. I like boobs!! It’s a discovery channel documentary for me. Her boobs were amazing! I don’t think I want those on me though! I’m very much happy with my fats! Thank you very much.

We ended up going to a karaoke bar. Too many people wanted to sing so I stayed outside with the Greek and talked about politics with the two boys from another city. I have a karaoke program on my PC and my neighbors lets me enjoy myself sometimes. I was very good that night. Of course, I’m not happy being called a hornbag. I won’t let that ruin my boys, boobs and bollocks night. They were just jealous and envious coz I got to feel the boobs ;p

I actually stopped one of the guys from stripping!!! I must have been so drunk bwahahahaha!!! Since we were talking about politics, we ended up pissing off the moonbat. The moonbat was talking about political bollocks. Jumbo, Mr. Star, the Greek and I decided to just go home. We had plans to drive the boys to the other side of town. I was looking forward to that beach and bridge drive. It was the perfect time to end the party. The sun was up!!!!

It’s the weekend so I woke up really early. Yeah, I wake up early on the weekends. I don’t want to waste my precious weekends sleeping in when I could do that during the week. The boys have not called so we ended up watching The Dark Knight. We’ve been wanting to watch the movie anyway. The boys took the first bus back home. Mr. Star had to work early Monday morning and the Greek had other plans.

My weekends are so great nowadays compensating for my weeknights. I like people. I like meeting people. The people we meet either love or hate one of us or both of us (Me and Jumbo). I miss my friends a lot. I do enjoy spending my week with the discovery channel boys and my singing girls. The highlight of my week is Jake (the dog) keeping me quite entertained and busy. Also, I got the puzzle to drive me nuts…

Sex and the City the movie

My BF and I saw it last Saturday night. I think he felt he got in so much trouble by just watching it ;p. Yeah, I think he did. He didn’t get the point of me making him watch the bloody movie. I didn’t like the reactions…

I don’t agree with Miranda’s marriage. She gave up way too much for him. Then, the guy cheated. So what if she wasn’t putting out? It doesn’t give him the right to cheat! Whatever happened to his hands? Or toys, if he must? I believe in divorce or counseling or doing whatever it takes not to cheat! Get drunk at home alone! Blog? Then, she forgave him!!!!! I hate that!!!!

So, the movie was supposedly about Carrie’s wedding. I love the wedding dresses. I love the penthouse apartment’s wardrobe. I love the shoes. I love the recovery. I love the idea of having a personal assistant. I don’t know if I could forgive a guy who would do what Mr. Big did. After all they had been through…she forgave him and married him…Damn! Damn!Damn!Damn!

I like Samantha. I like what she did. I like that she got a dog, too. She isn’t getting enough so she went shopping. She moved to Hollywood to be with the guy. She wanted to stay coz the guy stayed with her thru chemotherapy. She even made sushi and put it all over her as a valentine’s present. She traveled a lot to meet her friends (to keep her sane I believe). She ate instead of cheat. She looked but never touched. And she hated the fact that the guy got something she wanted for herself (don’t care whatever his reasons are for getting the ring for her!!) The point it she had to go through that bidding and fail…. In the end, she left him.

Charlotte, I don’t know. She is way too much for me. She is nice. She is almost perfect. She is sweet. She is a a gal born and raised to be in the house. She’s got the best body, very pretty and very smart. She’s a hopeless romantic and very optimistic. I will need Yoda to bless me to understand her ^^.

I like SATC. I’m almost a fan. I like the characters. My friends and I are like that – a little of each of the gals. The boys in our lives are almost like those boys, too.

I think SATC the series and the movie is a MUST SEE before anyone gets married ;p

party, poopers and puzzles

I was at a party a couple of weeks back when the party poopers a.k.a. the police came. This was on the night of my last day at work before my vacation. They came not to ask us to stop. They were so angry that they were ready to arrest the host. They said we were too loud. Fine. We could stop. No one needs to take anyone to the bloody police station.

It was a Friday night. It was in a residential complex. It was in an apartment building. The windows and doors were not opened but since I could hear my neighbors’ footsteps, their neighbors probably heard us there then. Their neighbors should have at least asked us to stop before calling the police. Plus, don’t we/they get the right to have a party in our/their very own house? once in a while?

This is not the first time foreigners get in trouble because of a party. This is probably the only party that did not stop, though. We left and moved to another apartment ^^. There are, I think, five apartment complexes in my small neighborhood. There were other apartments and neighbors.

The thing is the police here will not even blink if they see a man beating his kids or wife. Also, I used to live downtown where every night drunk people fight. My neighbors and I (all foreigners) were almost tempted to film a documentary ;p. I also used to live in another downtown were we got CCTV anywhere and police patrol every hour. BTW, I live in a very safe country. No guns. No drugs. We just got bitches and booze.

I had my very own house party here. My first ever. I’m a terrible host. It was in a building in an apartment complex. We were not playing loud music (My neighbors are used to my loud music). We weren’t dancing or jumping around (My neighbors are used to me and my dog). I do think we were loud enough to be heard by the entire apartment complex, though. My neighbors are just more fun loving and very understanding.

I met a wonderful lady at that police-infested party. There were four! officers. The most numbers I’ve seen that is not in the riot squad or the drunk driving blockades. She went home before the police came. She actually told us that the police got in when she got off the elevator.

We had dinner for her the other day. She is going back home for a two-month vacation. I’m jealous. I’m envious. She gets to go shopping. I hope she and I could walk my dog together. She likes dogs. She lives in my apartment complex (in a much bigger apartment). I bet a party at her place would be great. I can’t wait for her to come back.

Why am I blogging? I needed a break. I have been doing my glow-in-the-dark 1000 pcs puzzle. I cannot differentiate the yellows of the puzzle anymore. I started on Saturday, I think. It is a waterfall showing the fish underwater and the luscious greens and yellows around it.

Yeah, I was home, almost home, the entire weekend. I’m usually at my BF’s apartment on Sundays (that’s my 4th home). It’s his turn to cook dinner ;p. We usually have dinner with his friends. He also starts work at 9am. I start work at 3pm. I have the time to drive or take the bus. I don’t think anyone could pay me enough money to get up and go to work before lunchtime.

Anyway, I got another puzzle to do when my BF goes on vacation. It is again a glow-in-the-dark 1000pcs. It is the Hong Kong skyline. I’m excited. I started on the frame. My dog just walked all over it so I got to start all over again.

My BF is going back home for two weeks in two weeks. I already got another party for that weekend when he is not here. I’m also thinking of getting the day off to see him off seven hours away. Yup, the airport is that fooking far! I hope he does spend more time with his family than partying and meeting friends. I’d do the partying and meeting friends for him. So, I might meet my friends up north when he leaves. He leaves on a Saturday night. Another party waiting to happen.

I hope to finish both puzzles before he gets back.

I hope to meet friends and party while the BF is not here.

I hope to never meet any more of those party poopers for as long as I live ;p

A. A. A. D. D.

A. A. A. D. D.
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Do you have A. A. A. D. D.?

I have recently been diagnosed with A. A. A. D. D.
(Advanced Absentminded Attention Deficit Disorder)

This is how it goes:

I decide to wash the car; I start toward the garage and notice
the mail on the table.

OK, I’m going to wash the car, but first I’m going to go through
the mail.

I lay the car keys down on the desk, discard the junk mail, and
notice the trashcan is full.

OK, I’ll just put the bills on my desk and take the trashcan
out, but since I’m going to be near the mailbox anyway, I’ll pay
these few bills first.

Now, where is my checkbook?
Oops, there’s only one check left.
My extra checks are in my desk.
Oh, there’s the coke I was drinking.
I’m going to look for those checks.
But first I have to put my coke further away from the computer,
or maybe I’ll pop it into the fridge to keep it cold for awhile.

I head towards the kitchen and my flowers catch my eye; they
need some water.

I set the coke on the counter, and uh oh.
There are my glasses. I was looking for them all morning.
I’d better put them away first.

I fill a container with water and head for the flower pots.

Uh oh…..someone left the TV remote in the kitchen.
We’ll never think to look in the kitchen tonight when we want to
watch television, so I’d better put it back in the family room
where it belongs.

I splash some water into the pots and onto the floor, I throw
the remote onto a soft cushion on the sofa and I head back down
the hall trying to figure out what it was I was going to do?

End of the Day: The car isn’t washed, the bills are unpaid, the
coke is sitting on the kitchen counter, the flowers are half-
watered, the checkbook still only has one check in it and I
can’t seem to find my car keys.

When I try to figure out how come nothing got done today, I’m
baffled because I KNOW I WAS BUSY ALL DAY LONG!!!!!

I realize this is a serious condition and I’ll get help, but
first I think I’ll check my email…………….

Please send this to everyone you know because I DON’T REMEMBER
TO WHOM I’VE SENT THIS!!!!!!

Author Forgotten

Thank you for inviting MountainWings in your mailbox.
See you tomorrow.

RSL

RSL?
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Are you a Reason, a Season, or a Lifetime?

Pay attention to what you read.  After you read this, you will
know the reason it was sent to you!

People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a
lifetime.  When you figure out which one it is, you will know
what to do for each person.

REASON:

When someone is in your life for a REASON. . .
It is usually to meet a need you have expressed.  They have come
to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance
and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or spiritually.
They may seem like a godsend, and they are!  They are there for
the reason you need them to be.

Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at an
inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring
the relationship to an end.

Sometimes they die.
Sometimes they walk away.
Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.

What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire
fulfilled, their work is done.

The prayer you sent up has been answered.

And now it is time to move on.

SEASON:

When people come into your life for a SEASON it is because your
turn has come to share, grow, or learn.  They bring you an
experience of peace or make you laugh.  They may teach you
something you have never done.  They usually give you an
unbelievable amount of joy.  Believe it!  It is real!

But, only for a season.

LIFETIME:

LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons; things you
must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation.

Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person, and put what
you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of
your life.

It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.

Thank you for being a part of my life.

Stop here and just SMILE.

Work like you don’t need the money.
Love like you’ve never been hurt.
And dance like no one is watching.

~Author Unknown~

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