I am in love with someone who dose not love me back . how [censored]ened up is that.

I need to find a boyfriend to get him off my mind but I am like so depressed over this one guy its not funny. He hate me. And I know why I stocked him to see what his phone number was. And he told me that I really need to get over him but its [censored]en hard to. How do you grt ovetsomeone who is so nice to you. But he never look at it like that it was we where just friends now I may have to give up being some one else friend just to maybe get over him. Can you really fall for someone just bye talking on the phone with them? That how this situation gose I talked to him on the phone a few times but on my im a lot and I am in love with him I have feelings for him. I want to be with him and all I get is slaped in the [censored]en face by him

I am so dum I fell in love with a boy I barley know and my friend told him.

I feel so dum he just want to be my friend but I really like him and all I want to get to know him better but I don't have what it takes to be worthy of being his girl friend any ways even if I was to ask him I would not be worthy I don't have enough Patience and I am too hyper for him but I really want someone in my life but when will that happen?

Will I ever find the right one for me?

What to do. I am going crazy in my own world. I never have had a boyfriend and want one. But I don't love my self

How can I love some one if I do not love me first? I am so bla

Relationships are a hard thing to maintain without trust and communication. Trust is foundational because it creates a safe environment for intimacy to grow. If your relationship is going to work you need to be able to trust your partner with your past, your present and your future. Trust takes time and effort, is easily broken and hard to restore but if you're willing to work at it, the reward is the relationship you've always dreamed of.

Trust opens the door to honest communication. You can't communicate honestly if you're always second-guessing how your partner will react and rephrasing your thoughts to fit in with his agenda. Communication takes concentration.

 

1.Ask questions. Don't assume you understand what a person means. Once you ask a few questions, it doesn't take long to really find out what he really means.

 

2.Listen. To become a better communicator, you must be willing to listen so you can understand the other person's perspective.

 

3.Observe and be willing to verify the information you receive.

 

4.Let people know what you are thinking by sharing it. By disclosing information about yourself, it aids the other person in understanding who you are and how you are understanding them.

 

5.Remember that love covers a multitude of sins. If your motives are wanting to understand people and accept them for who they are, then communication will be easier. But if you set out to convince them that your way is the right way, then that's not communication. And that's not love.

I want to have someone who will hold me close when i am scared of something. To love me for me and only me not what i have or how i dress but for my personalty Someone close by so when I call they will be here in a flash someone to help me thu my trobles when i have them someone to be happy when i do something i have been aming for and have reached it. someone to look up at the stars with each night and just talk to them someone to understand me when i am going thu something that none knows about but me and him. I want someone to want me for me where do you find someone like that? Is there really guys out there who want a girl like me where do you go, who can you ask,to find Mr.Just Right for me only

The Big Wheel

In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and  
 just
75 cents in my pocket. Their fa ther was gone. The boys ranged from 
three
months to seven years; their sister was two. Their Dad had never been
much
more than a presence they feared.

Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they  would
scramble to hide under their beds.  He did manage to leave $15 a week
to buy
groceries.

Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings,  
 but no
food either.

If there was a welfare system in effect in southern
Indiana at that  time, I certainly knew nothing about it. I scrubbed
the
kids until they  looked brand new and then put on my best homemade
dress,
loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job.

The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our
small
town. No luck.

The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I
tried to
convince whomever would listen that I was willing to learn or   do
anything.
I had to have a job.

Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town,
was
an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a  truck
stop.
It was called the Big Wheel.

An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the
window
from time to time at all those kids. She needed someone on the 
graveyard
shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning. She paid 65 cents an
hour,
and I could start that night. I raced home and called the  teenager
down the
street that baby-sat for people. I bargained with her to  come and
sleep on
my sofa for a dollar a night. She could arrive with her pajamas on and
the
kids would already be asleep. This seemed like a good  arrangement to
her,
so we made a deal.

That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all
thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel.

When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent  
her
home with one dollar of my tip money--fully half of what I averaged 
every
night. As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my  meager
wage.

The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and  
began
to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again 
every
morning before I could go home.

One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and  
found
four tires in the back seat. New tires! There was no note, no  nothing,
just
those beautiful brand new tires. Had angels taken up residence in
Indiana ?
I wondered.

I made a deal with the local service station. In exchange for his  
mounting
the new tires, I would clean up his office. I remember it took me  a
lot
longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires.

I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't
 enough.
Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys  for
the
kids.

I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some  
old
toys. Then hid them in the basement so there would be something for 
Santa
to deliver on Christmas morning. Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing
patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be  too
far
gone to repair.

On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big
Wheel.
These were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state  trooper
named
Joe.

A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were
dropping nickels in the pinball machine. The regulars all just  sat
around
and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get
home
before the sun came up.

When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas
morning, to
my amazement, my old battered Chevy was filled full to the  top with
boxes
of all shapes and sizes. I quickly opened the driver's side door,
crawled
inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat.

Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box. Inside was whole
case  
of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10! I looked inside another box: It was 
full
of shirts to go with the jeans. Then I peeked inside some of the  other
boxes. There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. 
There
was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes. 
There
was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was a
whole
bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items. And there were five toy 
trucks
and one beautiful little doll.

As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the  
most
amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude. And  I
will
never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious 
morning.

Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they  all
hung
out at the Big Wheel truck stop....

THE POWER OF PRAYER. I believe that God only gives three answers   to
prayer:

1. "Yes!"
2. "Not yet."
3. "I have something better in mind."

God still sits on the throne, the devil is a liar. You maybe going  
through
a tough time right now but God is getting ready to bless you in a  way
that
you cannot imagine.

My instructions were to pick four people that I wanted God to bless,
and I
picked you.

Please pass this to at least four people you want to be blessed and a
copy
back to me.

This prayer is powerful, and prayer is one of the best gifts we
receive.
There is no cost but a lot of rewards. Let's continue to pray for  one
another. Here is the prayer:....

Father, I ask You to bless my friends, relatives and email buddies  
reading
this right now. Show them a new revelation of Your love and power.
Amen.

I know I picked more than four, so can you.  

This is something to think about. WOW, WHAT A WAKEUP!

 

Dear God: Why didn't you save the school children at ?. .. Moses Lake , Washington 2/2/96 Bethel , Alaska 2/19/97 Pearl , Mississippi 10/1/97 West Paducah , Kentucky 12/1/97 Stamp, Arkansas 12/15/97 Jonesboro , Arkansas 3/24/98 Edinboro , Pennsylvania 4/24/98 Fayetteville , Tennessee 5/19/98 Springfield , Oregon 5/21/98 Richmond , Virginia 6/15/98 Littleton , Colorado 4/20/99 Taber , Alberta , Canada 5/28/99 Conyers , Georgia 5/20/99 Deming , New Mexico 11/19/99 Fort Gibson , Oklahoma 12/6/99 Santee , California 3/ 5/01 and El Cajon , California 3/22/01 ? Sincerely, Concerned Student ----------------------------------------------------- Reply: Dear Concerned Student: I am not allowed in schools. Sincerely, God ---------------------------------------------------------- How did this get started?... ----------------- Let's see, I think it started when Madeline Murray O'Hare complained she didn't want any prayer in our schools. And we said, OK. ------------------ Then, someone said you better not read the Bible in school, the Bible that says "thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbors as yourself," And we said, OK... ----------------- Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehaved because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem. And we said, an expert should know what he's talking about so we won't spank them anymore.. ------------------ Then someone said teachers and principals better not discipline our children when they misbehave. And the school administrators said no faculty member in this school better touch a student when they misbehave because we don't want any bad publicity, and we surely don't want to be sued. And we accepted their reasoning... ------------------ Then someone said, let's let our daughters have abortions if they want, and they won't even have to tell their parents. And we said, that's a grand idea... ------------------ Then some wise school board member said, since boys will be boys and they're going to do it anyway, let's give our sons all the condoms they want, so they can have all the fun they desire, and we won't have to tell their parents they got them at school. And we said, that's another great idea... ------------------ Then some of our top elected officials said it doesn't matter what we do in private as long as we do our jobs. And we said, it doesn't matter what anybody, including the President, does in private as long as we have jobs and the economy is good.... ------------------ And someone else took that appreciation a step further and published pictures of nude children and then stepped further still by making them available on the Internet. And we said, everyone's entitled to free speech.... ------------------ And the entertainment industry said, let's make TV shows and movies that promote profanity, violence and illicit sex... And let's record music that encourages rape, drugs, murder, suicide, and satanic themes... And we said, it's just entertainment and it has no adverse effect and nobody takes it seriously anyway, so go right ahead. ------------------ Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, classmates or even themselves. ------------------ Undoubtedly, if we thought about it long and hard enough, we could figure it out. I'm sure it has a great deal to do with... "WE REAP WHAT WE SOW," ------------------

On a Saturday night several weeks ago, this pastor was working late, and >decided to call his wife before he left for home It was about 10:00 PM, but >his wife didn't answer the phone. >The pastor let the phone ring many times. He thought it was odd that she >didn't answer, but decided to wrap up a few things and try again in a few >minutes. When he tried again she answered right away. He asked her why she >hadn't answered before, ! and she said that it hadn't rung at their house. >They brushed it off as a fluke and went on their merry ways. > >The following Monday, the pastor received a call at the church office, >which was the phone that he'd used that Saturday night. The man that he >spoke with wanted to know why he'd called on Saturday night. > >The pastor couldn't figure out what the man was talking about. Then the man >said, "It rang and rang, but I didn't answer." The pastor remembered the >mishap and apologized for disturbing him, explaining that he'd intended to >call his wife. >The man said, "That's, OK. Let me tell you my story. >You see, I was planning to commit suicide on Saturday night, but before I >did, I prayed, 'God if you're there, and you don't want me to do this, give >me a sign now.' At that point my phone started to ring. I looked at the >caller ID, and it said, 'Almighty God'. I was afraid to >an! swer!" >The reason why it showed on the man's caller ID that the call came from >"Almighty God" is because the church that the pastor attends is called >Almighty God Tabernacle!! > >If you believe that God answers prayers then pass this on. God bless! >READ EACH SENTENCE! SLOWLY AND THINK ABOUT IT. >Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear. >Don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you. >Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget. >Don't let the past hold you back, you're missing the good stuff. >BEST FRIENDS are the siblings God forgot to give us. >When it hurts to look back, and you're scared to look ahead, you can look >beside you and your BEST FRIEND will be there. >Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them. >Send this on to everyone special in your life, even the people who really >make you mad sometimes and to the people whose lives you want to be in!!! >And send it back to the person who sent it to you if they mean something to >you!! Remember, every minute spent angry is sixty seconds of happiness >wasted.

Ablutophobia- Fear of washing or bathing.

Acarophobia- Fear of itching or of the insects that cause itching.

Acerophobia- Fear of sourness. Achluophobia- Fear of darkness. Acousticophobia- Fear of noise. Acrophobia- Fear of heights. Aerophobia- Fear of drafts, air swallowing, or airbourne noxious substances. Aeroacrophobia- Fear of open high places. Aeronausiphobia- Fear of vomiting secondary to airsickness. Agateophobia- Fear of insanity. Agliophobia- Fear of pain. Agoraphobia- Fear of open spaces or of being in crowded, public places like markets. Fear of leaving a safe place. Agraphobia- Fear of sexual abuse. Agrizoophobia- Fear of wild animals. Agyrophobia- Fear of streets or crossing the street. Aichmophobia- Fear of needles or pointed objects. Ailurophobia- Fear of cats. Albuminurophobia- Fear of kidney disease. Alektorophobia- Fear of chickens. Algophobia- Fear of pain. Alliumphobia- Fear of garlic. Allodoxaphobia- Fear of opinions. Altophobia- Fear of heights. Amathophobia- Fear of dust. Amaxophobia- Fear of riding in a car. Ambulophobia- Fear of walking. Amnesiphobia- Fear of amnesia. Amychophobia- Fear of scratches or being scratched. Anablephobia- Fear of looking up. Ancraophobia- Fear of wind. (Anemophobia) Androphobia- Fear of men. Anemophobia- Fear of air drafts or wind.(Ancraophobia) Anginophobia- Fear of angina, choking or narrowness. Anglophobia- Fear of England or English culture, etc. Angrophobia - Fear of anger or of becoming angry. Ankylophobia- Fear of immobility of a joint. Anthrophobia or Anthophobia- Fear of flowers. Anthropophobia- Fear of people or society. Antlophobia- Fear of floods. Anuptaphobia- Fear of staying single. Apeirophobia- Fear of infinity. Aphenphosmphobia- Fear of being touched. (Haphephobia) Apiphobia- Fear of bees. Apotemnophobia- Fear of persons with amputations. Arachibutyrophobia- Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth. Arachnephobia or Arachnophobia- Fear of spiders. Arithmophobia- Fear of numbers. Arrhenphobia- Fear of men. Arsonphobia- Fear of fire. Asthenophobia- Fear of fainting or weakness. Astraphobia or Astrapophobia- Fear of thunder and lightning.(Ceraunophobia, Keraunophobia) Astrophobia- Fear of stars or celestial space. Asymmetriphobia- Fear of asymmetrical things. Ataxiophobia- Fear of ataxia. (muscular incoordination) Ataxophobia- Fear of disorder or untidiness. Atelophobia- Fear of imperfection. Atephobia- Fear of ruin or ruins. Athazagoraphobia- Fear of being forgotten or ignored or forgetting. Atomosophobia- Fear of atomic explosions. Atychiphobia- Fear of failure. Aulophobia- Fear of flutes. Aurophobia- Fear of gold. Auroraphobia- Fear of Northern lights. Autodysomophobia- Fear of one that has a vile odor. Automatonophobia- Fear of ventriloquist's dummies, animatronic creatures, wax statues - anything that falsly represents a sentient being. Automysophobia- Fear of being dirty. Autophobia- Fear of being alone or of oneself. Aviophobia or Aviatophobia- Fear of flying.

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Prescribed by the Great Physician

The next time you feel like GOD can't use you, just remember... Noah was a drunk Abraham was too old Isaac was a daydreamer Jacob was a liar Leah was ugly Joseph was abused Moses had a stuttering problem Gideon was afraid Samson had long hair and was a womanizer Rahab was a prostitute Jeremiah and Timothy were too young David had an affair and was a murderer Elijah was suicidal Isaiah preached naked Jonah ran from God Naomi was a widow Job went bankrupt Peter denied Christ The Disciples fell asleep while praying Martha worried about everything Mary Magdalene was... The Samaritan woman was divorced, more than once Zaccheus was too small Paul was too religious Timothy had an ulcer..AND Lazarus was dead! Now! No more excuses! God can use you to your full potential. Besides you aren't the message, you are just the messenger. And one more thing...Share this with a friend or two... In the Circle of God's love, God's waiting to use your full potential. 1. God wants spiritual fruit, not religious nuts. 2. Dear God, I have a problem, it's Me. 3. Growing old is inevitable ... growing UP is optional. 4. There is no key to happiness. The door is always open. 5. Silence is often misinterpreted but never misquoted. 6. Do the math .. count your blessings. 7. Faith is the ability to not panic. 8. Laugh every day, it's like inner jogging. 9. If you worry, you didn't pray . If you pray, don't worry. 10. As a child of God, prayer is kind of like calling home everyday. 11. Blessed are the flexible for they shall not be bent out of shape. 12. The most important things in your house are the people. 13 When we get tangled up in our problems, be still. God wants us to be still so He can untangle the knot. 14. A grudge is a heavy thing to carry. 15 He who dies with the most toys is still dead. Have a great day!!! The SON is shining and He can certainly use you!

It was great. I had fun. At first, I was all home sick because i have never done that before work at a summer camp. The first week the week of training was somewhat depressing.  I still had to help prepare food because i was a Kitchen worker it was fun being a Kitchen worker. I like it because I knew some time what kind of food we were going to eat and that people would talk to me. You see i am not much of a people person. In addition, when people would talk to me even it they did not like me it made me feel like I was like anyways. I gained some self-esteem being at Lone Star Camp. As you can see some of my pictures, I took. Many of my pictures messed up with the flash not working or it was just the way I took the picture. I am making a video with windows moviemaker with my pictures I need to finish it is so neat.

I like being at summer camp it was fun I leaned to water ski a little bit, I can get up and then I am pulled over the skis but i am leaning. I can ride a horse very good, and I know how to swim.

This is a funny story: We were out on the lake and it was getting close to the time i need to be in the Kitchen for work and i was in a boat in the middle of the lake so i asked the man driving the boat could he take me back to shore he told me no. So i asked him cold i swim back. He said yes thinking i was only playing but i was not. I jump off that boat and stared to swim in a lake of all things to swim in a lake. I swam from the middle of the lake and made it to the Kitchen on time with two min to spare.  I was like oh my God i made it on time to work. 

 

I want a boy friend you see

However, how do I know it for me?

I have long for a feeling of love and trust

However, all I find is a boy who wants a big bust.

 

I want a boy friend you see

However, how do I know it for me?

I want to be loved by a significant other

However, all I can find is nothing more then just a brother

 

I want a boy friend you see

However, how do I know it for me?

BOYS, BOYS, BOYS

 I can’t get it out of my head

Yet, all they want is to go to bed.

 

I want a boy friend you see

However, how do I know it for me?

Love form a boy should be true

Not make you blue

 

I want a boy friend you see

However, how do I know it for me?

I look and look but cant find

The right boy that can be mine.

 

I want a boy friend you see

However, how do I know it for me?

Well I see it as a conspiracy for this Dr to make money. Now I do know that when some one is badly injured and need surgery then that is when it is needed. People are taking advantage of surgery. Now I know that these Dr. want money that is why it being put out there like that. But what do you think and leave you comments.

Men clothes feel so good and nice. I wore some of my older brother shorts when i did not have any thing that was clean laundry day and they are so contable. And why is that men clothes are so cheap? I was buying my brother some clothes they are so cheap the clothes i buy are so hi, pair of girl’s jeans are like 19.95 but i could buy three pairs of boys pants for why the hell is that?

Gas prices seem to just keep going up. What does this mean for you and your family and friends? What would happen if gas hit $5 a gallon?

Well i wont be getting a car too soon any ways. I real think that they need to bring them down i remember when we where paying 1.95 for a gallon of gas it was like four years ago? I saw a Gaston that made a misprint and was selling gas for 0.01 and they where out of gas before they could fix the mixstake.and if gas hits $5 hell we will be living on the streets or in our car just to make A gas payment. Notice i made a capital and bold and big

 

 

Man, I feel left out in the cold. You see my mom got us on the family plan on cell phones and got the inter net turned off. I feel so left out when all my friends have these new and cool and blab blab for their cell phone. I think people take to much pride in to a cell phone. I mean every one has a cell phone these days 8-year-old children have phones. Man I just got my phone last year and most of my friends have had theirs for at lest 4 years and have change them 6 times that’s a bit much too me.