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There's One Flaw In Women (^.^)v
By the time the Lord made woman, he had been working six days straight. He was very tired. An angel appeared before Him and said, "Lord, why are you spending so much time on this one?" The Lord answered, "Have you seen the spec sheet on her? She has to be water-proof, but not plastic or hard. She must have over 200 movable parts, all replaceable and be able to run on diet Coke and leftovers. She must have a lap that can hold at least four children at a time, a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart and, she must be able to talk on the telephone, cook, scold a child and pet the dog all at the same time with only two hands."
The angel was astounded. "No way! Only two hands!" "Yes." The Lord said. "And that's just the standard model."
"Lord, that is too much work for you. Wait until tomorrow. You can finish up then."
"No!" The Lord protested. "I am too close to finishing this creation that is so close to my heart. She can already heal herself and work 18 hours a day. I'm just about done."
The angel moved in for a closer look and touched the woman. "Lord, you've made her so soft."
"Yes, she is soft," the Lord agreed. "But she is also tough! You have no idea what she can do, endure or accomplish."
"Will she be able to think too?" the angel asked.
The Lord replied, "Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to pray, reason, mediate, negotiate and meditate."
The angel noticed something and reach out to touch the woman's cheek. "Oops! You've put so much in her, she starting to leak Lord. I told you you were putting to much in this one."
"That's not a leak. That's a tear."
"What's that for?" The angel inquired. The Lord whispered, "Her tears are the way she will express her joy, her sorrow, her pain, her disappointment, her love, her loneliness, her grief and her pride. It is a symbol of her heart."
The angel was impressed. "You are a genius Lord. You've thought of everything. This woman you are making is truly amazing is she not?"
With all the pride of a brand new father the Lord said, "Oh yes she is! Women have strengths that will amaze men. They bear hardships and carry burdens, but the will, at the same time hold happiness, love and joy. They will smile when they want to scream. Sing when they want to cry. They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous. They fight for those they love and all that they believe in. They stand up for injustice and remain seated in humility. They will not take no for an answer when they know there is a better way. They will go without so that their family, particularly the children can have what they need. They will go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
They will go to court with a wayward husband. They love unconditionally often, asking for and taking little in return. They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends are rewarded. They are happy to hear about a birth, knowing the difficulties that may lie ahead. They cheer because they will help a friend through it all. They love weddings and might even help make the dress.
The can cook some can even bake. Their hearts break when someone dies yet, they are strong when others may think there is no strength left. They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart and, they will offer them to anyone who needs one. They come in all sizes, shapes and colors. They can walk, run, fly, drive or e-mail to remind you that they love you. It is the heart of a woman that will keep the world turning and things in order. They have the babies because men could never figure out how to put so much in such a small space. Women bring hope and joy. They birth compassion and ideals. They are the moral support that keeps the family of humanity together. Woman have important things to say and even more important things to do. They ask very little and offer all they have - - that's their one flaw.
"What flaw?" asked the angel. Sadly the Lord responded, "They seem to always forget their worth." | | |
| lets rock!!!
   I used to pride myself on being the other man But now it's flipped and I don't want you with no other man Why can't you understand anything I'm offering I gave you the world, but you just wanted arguing From the time I picked you up, until the time I dropped you off again Even if flipped out on at the mall again "It's all his fault again" that's what you tellin all ya friends I ain't pointing fingers ma, i just wanna call again See how ya day going I know they stressin on ya I know them times get hard that's why I'm checkin on ya It's yours truly ma, I got little message for ya Anything he can do, girl I can do better for ya, Cause CHORUS: When we laugh or we cry it's together Through the rain and the stormiest weather We gon still be as one it's forever, it's forever Won't you come on and go with me (oh girl) Come on over to my place Won't you sit ya self down and take a seat and let me ease ya mind girl We gon do it our way (our way) I heard your friend tell a friend that told a friend of mine That you was thinking that we should do it one more time If this ain't the truth then hopefully it's not a lie Cause I ain't got no issue with hitting that another time We never had a problem with gettin it done Disagreed upon a lot ma, but sex wouldn't one Now check it I know you get excited when I come around and bite it Quit frownin up and quit actin like you don't like it I like it (I know you like), I like it (You really like it), I really, really like it, I want it (You really want it), adore it (adore it), so come with me enjoy it CHORUS Shawty where you been Feels like a long time, long long time since I seen ya Yes it has girl, and I know I said some dumb things to you before But girl you know I didn't mean it I didn't mean one single wordI never meant one single word If I could take back every word I would and more fa sho If I thought that you believe it Cause you make my life so convinient for me CHORUS | | |
| I’m so tired... I need to rest for a moment...  | | |
| I've been playing Priston Tale... Its so addicting.... hehehe. no time for other stuff right now.  | | |
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10th grade
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.
After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
11th grade
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep.
She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Senior year
The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step! I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Graduation Day
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn`t see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read:
I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me!
I wish I did too... I thought to my self, and I cried. I love u .. | | |
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