ROXY's blog: "~JUST THINGS~"

MOTHERS and MOMS If you send this to just one person, it should make it all the way around the world by Mother's Day.
This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, 'It's okay honey, Mommy's here. ' Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted. This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse. For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T. This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes. This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors. And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars. And that when their kids asked, 'Did you see me, Mom?' they could say, 'Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world,' and mean it. This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens. This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand)mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words. This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat. For all the mothers who read 'Goodnight, Moon' twice a night for a year. And then read it again, 'Just one more time. ' This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead. This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot. This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls 'Mom?' in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home -- or even away at college -- or have their own families. This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away. This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them. For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green. For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting. For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely. This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war. What makes a good mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time? Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache she feels when she watches her son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time? The jolt that takes her from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put her hand on the back of a sleeping baby? The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when she just wants to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in her home? Or the need to flee from wherever she is and hug her child when she hears news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying? The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation... And for mature mothers learning to let go. For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married mothers. Mothers with money, mothers without. This is for you all. For all of us... Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can. Tell them every day that we love them. And pray and never stop being a mother... Please pass along to all the mothers in your life. 'Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall. ' Please pass this to a wonderful mother you know. Happy Mothers Day!!! ¢¾

The Hormone Hostage Knows That There Are Days In The Month When All A Man Has To Do Is Open His Mouth & He Takes His Life Into His Own Hands! This Is A Handy Guide That Should Be As Common As A Driver's License In The Wallet Of Every Husband, Boyfriend, Co-Worker, Or Significant Other! DANGEROUS: WHAT'S FOR DINNER? SAFER: CAN I HELP YOU WITH DINNER? SAFEST: WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO FOR DINNER? ULTRA SAFE: HERE, HAVE SOME WINE. DANGEROUS: ARE YOU WEARING THAT? SAFER: WOW, YOU SURE LOOK GOOD IN BROWN! SAFEST: WOW! LOOK AT YOU! ULTRA SAFE: HERE, HAVE SOME WINE. DANGEROUS: WHAT ARE YOU SO WORKED UP ABOUT? SAFER: COULD WE BE OVERREACTING? SAFEST: HERE'S MY PAYCHECK. ULTRA SAFE: HERE, HAVE SOME WINE. DANGEROUS: SHOULD YOU BE EATING THAT? SAFER: YOU KNOW, THERE ARE A LOT OF APPLES LEFT. SAFEST: CAN I GET YOU A PIECE OF CHOCOLATE WITH THAT? ULTRA SAFE: HERE, HAVE SOME WINE. DANGEROUS: WHAT DID YOU DO ALL DAY? SAFER: I HOPE YOU DIDN'T OVER-DO IT TODAY. SAFEST: I'VE ALWAYS LOVED YOU IN THAT ROBE! ULTRA SAFE: HERE, HAVE SOME MORE WINE

"When you are feeling alone.. like no one cares.. Read this because its absolutely true: Every night, someone thinks about you before they go to sleep. At least fifteen people in this world love you. The only reason someone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you. There are at least two people in this world that would die for you. You mean the world to someone. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it. Always remember the compliments you've received. Forget the rude remarks. You are My Friend.. and You are LOVED! Never forget that! Hugzzz.. Luv ya!!!

Let it go… By T. D. Jakes There are people who can walk away from you. And hear me when I tell you this! When people can walk away from you: let them walk. I don’t want you to try to talk another person into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring about you, coming to see you, staying attached to you. I mean hang up the phone. When people can walk away from you let them walk. Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left. The bible said that, they came out from us that it might be made manifest that they were not for us. For had they been of us, no doubt they would have continued with us. [1 John 2:19] People leave you because they are not joined to you. And if they are not joined to you, you can’t make them stay. Let them go. And it doesn’t mean that they are a bad person it just means that their part in the story is over And you’ve got to know when people’s part in your story is over so that you don’t keep trying to raise the dead. You’ve got to know when it’s dead. You’ve got to know when it’s over. Let me tell you something. I’ve got the gift of good-bye. It’s the tenth spiritual gift, I believe in good-bye. It’s not that I’m hateful, it’s that I’m faithful, and I know whatever God means for me to have He’ll give it to me. And if it takes too much sweat I don’t need it. Stop begging people to stay. Let them go!! If you are holding on to something that doesn’t belong to you and was never intended for your life, then you need to…… LET IT GO!!! If you are holding on to past hurts and pains ……. LET IT GO!!! If someone can’t treat you right, love you back, and see your worth….. LET IT GO!!! If someone has angered you …….. LET IT GO!!! If you are holding on to some thoughts of evil and revenge…… LET IT GO!!! If you are involved in a wrong relationship or addiction….. LET IT GO!!! If you are holding on to a job that no longer meets your needs or talents LET IT GO!!! If you have a bad attitude……. LET IT GO!!! If you keep judging others to make yourself feel better…… LET IT GO!!! If you’re stuck in the past and God is trying to take you to a new level in Him…… LET IT GO!!! If you are struggling with the healing of a broken relationship……………….. LET IT GO!!! If you keep trying to help someone who won’t even try to help themselves….. LET IT GO!!! If you’re feeling depressed and stressed ……… LET IT GO!!! If there is a particular situation that you are so used to handling yourself and God is saying “take your hands off of it,” then you need to…… LET IT GO!!! Let the past be the past. Forget the former things. GOD is doing a new thing for 2007!!! LET IT GO!!! Get Right or Get Left . think about it, and then .. LET IT GO!!!

A simple bitch will tell you not to fight, it aint worth it. *A real bitch will say beat her ass and look at the crowd and say " NOBODY better jump in". A simple bitch will let another bitch know she can back the fuck up or get knocked the fuck out. *A real bitch will just knock her the fuck out!!! A simple bitch tells you, she's had enough to drink. *A real bitch tells you we need another shot, we bout to get fucked up! A simple bitch goes to the club with you and sits down. *A real bitch goes to the club with you and says lets show these simple bitches how we do it. A simple bitch wonders who your new man is. *A real bitch know that mutha fucka's first name, last name , his birthday, where he lives, who he's related to, what kinda car he drive's, where he works, how many babies mama's he has, and how many bitches he is talking to right now!!! A simple bitch thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument. *A real bitch lets you know that was fucked up, but I love ya." A simple bitch expects you to always be there for them. *A real bitch knows you will always be there for them, they don't have to expect shit. A simple bitch reads this e-mail, relizes that she is a simple bitch and then deletes it. *A real bitch passes this to her real bitches without thinking about it. Pass this to all your real bitches......if you don't get it back that's because you mailed it to a "simple bitch MUAH!! THINKIN OF U ALWAYS>

¢¾You Can Call Me Ya Shawty¢¾...Member Of PPP...

@ fubar ....here is the link to the **b*tch..i'm sure y'all can show her some fu love...lol

People on here just need to grow the f*ck up!!! I'm in a contest so I send a friend the link to drop a rate and I get a reply in my sb.."i hv rated ur stuff/left u profile comments and u don't return the love" so I'm NOT leaving a rate...what the f*ck????? I hv rated and returned the love to her many times but not here recently cuz I hv bn sick/in the hosp/and had 2 surgeries in 1 week!!! Sometimes people are just plain FUCKTARDS!!!!!!!!!

We used to be like distant couzins Fightin', playin' dozins Whole nieghborhood buzzin' Knowin' that we was wasn't Usta catch us on the roof Or behind the stairs I'm gettin' blitz Reminiscin' On all the time we shared Beside Bumpin' n' grindin' Was nothin' on our mind In time we learned To live a life of crime Rewind us back To a time Was much to young, to know I caught a felony Lovin' the way the guns blow And even thou we seperated You said that you wait Don't give nobody no coochie While I'll be locked up state I kiss my mama good bye Wipe, the tears from her lonely eyes Said, that I'll return But I gotta fight The bitch that ride Don't shed a tear Cuz, mama I ain't happy here I'm through trails And no more smiles For a couple a years They got me goin' mad I'm knocking brothas on their backs In my cell Thinkin' hell I know one day I'll be back As soon as I touch down I told my girl I'll be there So prepare To get fucked down The homies wanna kick it But I'm just laughin' at ya Cuz, you is a down ass bitch And I ain't mad at cha

I am three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see, I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad? I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me. I cant do a wrong I cant speak at all Or else im locked up All day long. When im awake im all alone The house is dark My folks aren't home When my mommy does come home I'll try and be nice, So maybe ill just get One whipping tonight. I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlies bar I hear him curse My name is called I press myself Against the wall I try to hide From his evil eyes Im so afraid now I'm starting to cry He finds me weeping Calls me ugly words, He says its my fault He suffers at work He slaps and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And run to the door Hes already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken, "Im sorry!", I scream But its now much to late His face has been twisted Into a unimaginable shape The hurt and the pain Again and again O please God, have mercy! O please let it end! And he finally stops And heads for the door While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor My name is Chris I am three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me And you can help Sickens me to the soul, And if you read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgivness Because you would have to be One heartless person To not be affected By this Poem And because U R affected, So all i ask you to do Do something about it! Is pass this on! IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE! PLEASE COPY AND PASTE THIS AND PASS IT ON !!