LittleButterfly004's blog: "Littlebutterfly's Cocoon"

Loveydovey is dead to you!!! From now for ever more . Not to ever darken your door. There once was a man. Whos love a woman thought she could keep. Sleepless nights she had, thinking she had done him wrong. Her heart she gave freely. But he played her for a fool. just like the others . Tears he turned away from. Having a heart of stone written By Cindi Mulligan

The Hormone Hostage knows that there are days in the month when all a man has to do is open his mouth and he takes his life in 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: SAFER: SAFEST: ULTRA SAFE: What's for dinner? Can I help you with dinner? Where would you like to go for dinner? Here, have some wine. Are you wearing that? Wow, you sure look good in brown! WOW! Look at you! Here, have some wine What are you so worked up about? Could we be overreacting? Here's my paycheck. Here, have some wine. Should you be eating that? You know, there are a lot of apples left. Can I get you a piece of chocolate with that? Here, have some wine. What did you DO all day? I hope you didn't over-do it today. I've always loved you in that robe! Here, have some more wine. 13 Things PMS Stands For: 1. Pass My Shotgun 2. Psychotic Mood Shift 3. Perpetual Munching Spree 4. Puffy Mid-Section 5. People Make me Sick 6. Provide Me Sweets 7. Pardon My Sobbing 8. Pimples May Surface 9. Pass My Sweatpants 10. Pissy Mood Syndrome 11. Plainly: Men Suck 12. Pack My Stuff and my favorite one 13. Potential Murder Suspect Pass this on to all of your Hormonal Friends and those who might need a good laugh! ...Or men who need a warning. And remember: Money talks... but Chocolate SINGS !!!

There once was a man Who played with a lady’s heart. Promise’s he would make , Though would never keep. Was this the lady’s fault? No I think not . Maybe he didn’t like women Maybe he liked sheep. written by Cynthia Mulligan 2007

Lord here I am, kneeling silently at your feet. Waiting patiently for a moment to see your face. Wanting to finally be able to come home and rightfully to take my place. Here I am Lord, climbing the hill. feeling the cool sweet grass beneath my feet. Even if I should fall my Lord. I still heed your call. I listen closely to every word. I climb to the top of the fragrant hill. Allowing my body and soul to be completely still. I raise my eyes, to you on high. fall to my knees, and begin to cry. Lord without you, I am so very lost. Tho my faith says to, follow you no matter the cost. Cynthia Mulligan Copyright ©2008

Please do not mourn me when I am gone I will have no more sorrow or strife. For to Jesus I have given my life No more tears shall I cry there was there was no fear when I was to go my dear sweet Jesus was there with me. He took my hand and led me up the stairs Where I was greeted by all my loved ones Who had gone on before me. Please my children do not cry for me For we all shall meet again and I shall greet you there at Heaven's door Cynthia Mulligan Copyright ©2008

As I sit here by the phone I wonder are you safe or scared and all alone. I listen for the phone to ring but I fear Lord just what news it might bring. I pray to my Heavenly Father in the Heavens above thanking Him for the a child like you to surround with love. Our dear Lord put us together and He is the one who knows what our future is to be. Cynthia M Mulligan Copyright ©2008

Angels From God Two angels I have sent to watch over you. To keep you safe in all you do. Two angels I have sent to catch you if you fall. So listen my child , listen closely for my call. Two angels I have sent for you and you alone. Till one day I call call you to come home. Cynthia Mulligan Copyright ©2008