Just a fond thank you to all who were there when I needed them and now.....on with the show....
Ummm.....A thought for all of you people's/ October 6th we have tattoo night, but also I was thinking a family night. Bring the kids and go see Game Plan with the Rock. I think it would be fun and then everyone could meet everyone else's kids....I know some of you are without them, but you could bring along your cabbage patch dolls. Oh, that's right, no one else was suppose to know about that, were they?!
Anyway, notes to let me know and don't forget...anyone wanting a piercing or tattoo...Oct 6th is the day and I will let you know the time....Later, my pals....
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I am not saying I'm sorry or trying to explain myself this time. I have something to say that I have never said before. So please read with an open mind:
Mouth- Thanks for posting this stuff. I always love reading it. I want to comment on the clip art you have that says: “When other girls wanted to be a ballerina I kinda wanted to be a vampire.” That has always been me. I have always been different and unique. Sometimes that was a good thing, but most of the time it just got me in to trouble. I don't always think before I speak and almost always I say what is on my mind. As a kid my mouth got me into a lot of trouble and my fits usually got me out of it. I lived a very hard, rough life and had a brutal and life altering marriage, but in the end the only one that ever helped me was ... ME! That “tough” attitude was needed to stay alive and more then once I found myself at the end of the earth facing the pit of hell and not once did I think a “God” would save me. A gun to my head and I did not pray and yelled fuck it pull the trigger. When you have been to the end and still no faith most people would call you evil or a lost soul, but me looking back I called it searching. My husband well lets just say was not nice, starring once again into the pit of hell trying to not fall, I received the gift that changed my entire world, god spoke to me and for the first time I listened. I was blessed with motherhood and this gift cleansed me, giving me the strength to be the women that my angel needs to grow in to the miracle he is. From that day on my faith was test with my son's terminal illness, to walking away from my life to guarantee my son a better one. I am not one to speak of faith because I am not pure and I have sinned. I feel I do not have the right to judge anyone. God said “I never said it would be easy, I only said it would be worth it.” I am not one who can show a lot of emotion, I am not heartless I just have seen it all and it can harden a person's soul. This week I was drowning in emotion that I was not capable of feeling. I was questioning what I was feeling and confused by it. At first I thought I was feeling emotions for someone, then I realize that my faith was in question not my feelings and through it all my faith stayed strong. I have always been misunderstood, but I stay strong in the fact that the one person who does understand me and has always been there standing with me at the end looking into the pit of hell was god. The voice that I thought was me working it out was actually the voice of god telling me not to jump. May all that read this feel the power I felt the day that I discovered God.
:) No one shall EVER judge you again in this group.
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