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  kitty41 (03/27/09)

  If I call you friend, You will always share a piece of my heart. I will always pride myself, To always be true to you. As much as I need friends, So must you. I will also share a place in your heart, To be there whenever you need me. I may not be there in flesh, But I will always be there in spirit. I will cope with your moods, And try to understand your needs. When you are angry, I will laugh with you. As sadness overwhelms you, We will cry together. If you feel down and kicked, I will pick you up and brush away your doubts. When you think you can't continue, I will remind you that you can. As you become discouraged, I will boost your ego high. At times when you wish to talk, My attention will all be yours. Being a friend I don't take lightly, It's my desire, never a chore. At times when you must mourn, I shall mourn with you. If you need some silence, yet not be alone, We will sit together in the peace of quiet. When you wish to play, You will always have a playmate. When you feel on top of the world, I'll pat your back and tell you, you deserve to be. You will never be completely alone, A piece of me will always be with you. One thing I can always give, Is the gift of friendship for you to accept. Allow our friendship to make you smile, Bring joy to your life as you have to mine. When you become confused and lose your way, Let me guide you in the right direction. Lean on me when you need support, Let me share your sorrow and pain. What good can a friend really be, If you cannot understand we will always care. If I call you friend, You will always know, A friend you have in me.
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  kitty41 (12/24/08)

  I believe in angels Those helpers who are near Exactly when they're needed most, Then seem to disappear. I know them when I see them Whatever their disguise They're patient and encouraging Resourceful, kind, and wise Yes, I believe in angels The kind that heaven sends And I'm surrounded every day By angels I call friends. God gave me someone special When He gave me A special friend like you Have a Blessed Christmas!
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  kitty41 (12/10/08)

  New Christmas Poem TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT. SOON ROUND THE WORLD, THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY, AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY. THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR, BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS, LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE. I COULDN'T HELP WONDER HOW MANY LAY ALONE, ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME. THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE, I DROPPED TO MY KNEES AND STARTED TO CRY. THE SOLDIER AWAKENED AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE, 'SANTA DON'T CRY, THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE; I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM, I DON'T ASK FOR MORE, MY LIFE IS MY GOD, MY! COUNTRY, MY CORPS.' THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP, I COULDN'T CONTROL IT, I CONTINUED TO WEEP. I KEP^&^!=CH FOR HOURS, SO SILENT AND STILL AND WE BOTH SHIVERED FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL. I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT, THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR SO WILLING TO FIGHT. THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER, WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE, WHISPERED, 'CARRY ON SANTA, IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE.' ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH, AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT. 'MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,! AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.' This poem was written by a Marine. The following is his request. I think it is reasonable..... PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your small part to plant this small seed
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  kitty41 (11/16/08)

  This is beautiful please read !! A drunk man in an Oldsmobile They said had run the light That caused the six-car pileup On 109 that night. When broken bodies lay about And blood was everywhere, The sirens screamed out eulogies, For death was in the air. A mother, trapped inside her car, Was heard above the noise; Her plaintive plea near split the air: Oh, God, please spare my boys! She fought to loose her pinned hands; She struggled to get free, But mangled metal held her fast In grim captivity. Her frightened eyes then focused On where the back seat once had been, But all she saw was broken glass and Two children's seats crushed in. Her twins were nowhere to be seen; She did not hear them cry, And then she prayed they'd been thrown free, Oh, God, don't let them die! Then firemen came and cut her loose, But when they searched the back, They found therein no little boys, But the seat belts were intact. They thought the woman had gone mad And was travelling alone, But when they turned to question her, They discovered she was gone. Policemen saw her running wild And screaming above the noise In beseeching supplication, Please help me find my boys! They're four years old and wear blue shirts; Their jeans are blue to match.. One cop spoke up, They're in my car, And they don't have a scratch. They said their daddy put them there And gave them each a cone, Then told them both to wait for Mom To come and take them home. I've searched the area high and low, But I can't find their dad. He must have fled the scene, I guess, and that is very bad. The mother hugged the twins and said, While wiping at a tear, He could not flee the scene, you see, For he's been dead a year. The cop just looked confused and asked, Now, how can that be true? The boys said, Mommy, Daddy came And left a kiss for you. He told us not to worry And that you would be all right, And then he put us in this car with The pretty, flashing light. We wanted him to stay with us, Because we miss him so, But Mommy, he just hugged us tight And said he had to go. He said someday we'd understand And told us not to fuss, And he said to tell you, Mommy, He's watching over us. The mother knew without a doubt That what they spoke was true, For she recalled their dad's last words, I will watch over you. The firemen's notes could not explain The twisted, mangled car, And how the three of them escaped Without a single scar. But on the cop's report was scribed, In print so very fine, An angel walked the beat tonight on Highway 109.. He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare. This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven, He saw me, and he asked: 'My child, what is your greatest wish for today?' I responded: 'Lord please, take care of the person who is reading this message, their family and their special friends. They deserve it and I love them very much.' This message works on the day you receive it. Let us see if it is true ANGELS EXIST but some times, since they don't all have wings, we call them FRIENDS. Pass this on to your true friends. Something good will happen to you at 11:11 in the evening; something that you have been waiting to hear. Please do not break this prayer; send it to a minimum of 5 people!
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  kitty41 (10/27/08)

  > A little girl went > to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. > > > She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three > times, even The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes. > > > Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she > slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with > the big red Indian Chief sign above the door. > > She waited patiently for > the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment. > Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat > with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good Finally she took a > quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it! > > > 'And what do you want?' the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of > voice. I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages,' he > said without waiting for a reply to his question.. > > 'Well, I want to talk > to you about my brother,' Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. 'He's > really, really sick...and I want to buy a miracle.' > > 'I beg your pardon?' > said the pharmacist. > > 'His name is Andrew and he has something bad > growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now So how > much does a miracle cost?' > > 'We don't sell miracles here, little girl. > I'm sorry but I can't help you,' the pharmacist said, softening a little. > > > 'Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get > the rest. Just tell me ho w much it costs.' > > The pharmacist's brother was > a well dressed man He stooped down and asked the little girl, 'What kind of a > miracle does your brother need?' > > ' I don't know,' Tess replied with her > eyes welling up. I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an > operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money..' > > > 'How much do you have?' asked the man from Chicago > > 'One dollar > and eleven cents,' Tess answered barely audibly. > > 'And it's all the money > I have, but I can get some more if I need to.' > > 'Well, what a > coincidence,' smiled the man. 'A dollar and eleven cents---the exact price of a > miracle for little brothers. ' > > He took her money in one hand and with > the other hand he grasped her mitten and said 'Take me to where you live. I want > to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you > need.' > > That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, > specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it > wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well. > > Mom and Dad were > happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place. > > > 'That surgery,' her Mom whispered. 'was a real miracle. I wonder how > much it would have cost?' > > Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a > miracle cost..one dollar and eleven cents....plus the faith of a little child. > > > In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need. > > A > miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law. > I know you'll keep the ball moving! > > Here it goes. Throw it back to > someone who means something to you! > > A ball is a circle, no beginning, no > end. It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends. But the treasure inside > for you to see is the treasure of friendship you've granted to me. > > Today > I pass the friendship ball to you. > > Pass it on to someone who is a friend > to you. > > MY OATH TO YOU... > > When you are sad.....I will dry your > tears. > > When you are scared.....I will comfort your fears. > > When > you are worried.....I will give you hope. > > When you are confused.....I > will help you cope. > > And when you are lost...And can't see the light, I > shall be your beacon....Shining ever so bright. > > This is my oath.....I > pledge till the end. > > Why you may ask?....Because you're my friend. > > > Signed: GOD
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  fi29 (08/18/08)

  Hey there, well done with losing a bit of weight, thats good news. Hows things you generally? Take care xx
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  fi29 (07/24/08)

  hey!! how are you doing?? How is work going? This weather is fab isnt it. wish I had a garden to sit in and enjoy a glass of wine in the sunshine!!! Hugs xx
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  tericooper (07/17/08)

  hi, things are good its the start of six weeks summer holidays not looking forward to it lol
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  ChaoticResolve (07/16/08)

  Yep it is, cant wait to see baby. Good to hear your getting back ito a routine, and that CBT is helping you. Take things easy, you dont want to wear yourself out. xx
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  ChaoticResolve (07/16/08)

  Thanks, Im doing great at the moment, baby is doing fine, got the scan in a weeks time, cant wait. Hows you?

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