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you know whats really funny?i'm tryin to watch t.v.and it just starts flippin channels,like i'm sitting in the room with someone else who has a remote and we're just fighting over what to watch.back and forth.all day.i'll get really into a show and,BOOM.it changes,so by the time i fight with whatevers changing the channel,part of the dialogue is gone and i'm lost.here i am cussin to myself and throwing that foam brick and all.i'm like those dudes on that gamefly commercial.no ones in the house when it happens,and no one lives close enough to me to cross signals.i'm out in the country.maybe the wolves down the way in their little field have dish or somethin.but it kinda creeps you out in the middle of the night.WTF?

Why is laughing at a funeral considered unacceptable, while crying at a wedding is not?

marriage is a good analogy of the relationship between a legal pronouncement and the practical outworking of it.the marriage ceremony,like justification,is a declaration that a new relationship has been entered.a man and woman,formerly unrelated,enter a legal contract that should change their lives.suddenly,they share possessions,they share the the same dwelling,and they look to the future as a time when their relationship will grow closer and richer.legally,marriage changes so much.on the other hand,a pronouncement of doesn't make the man and woman perfect partners in life.they have to stop thinking and living like single persons they need to start thinking and living like married persons.so too,once we have been legally justified by god,we have established a relationship that needs to be cultivated.the marriage analogy can be taken only so far because marriages don't last.but when god justifies us and brings us into a new relastionship him,he never divorces us.nothing can separate us from christ love.we fail him repeatedly,but he is committed to make the relastionship last forever,eventually making it perfect.remember,justification is based on what god has done,not on our works.just was thinking to past this on to my cs friends whom are still looking,play time is over.get real or just don't try,god bless you all and god bless the usa and heal our nation dondon

hello people ,
this year i just start to go fishing with mask and harpoon and look for octopus ,and cuttlefish,
is lovely have a fresh salad in the summer with a very fresh fish and more ..with what you fished
so if someone is a appassionate about this and can give me some advice ,i will take all advices
the octopus are very able to hide ,somedays i catch some ,somedays i can not see noone , so my question is this :
there are some things could influence that ,like weather ,sea ,wind , ecc....
a friend told me if the moon is full ,the octopus don't go out !! is that real ??
thanks and good fishing to all

who would really want that someone with no personality or opinion different moods. boring no fun im willing to change for better but not who i am recently i met someone here we talked for a month spent a week together i thought everything was going great until she left me while i was sleeping she took my brand new wrangler cargo shorts to for what anyway my point is im not immature i have a healthy sense of humor i can get a little silly maybe carried away it's funny im not changing that some girls are way to serious life really is too short it's true and im going to laugh every chance i get to the end friend alot of people try to come off as perfect or hiding their real personality to appease someone they really like so this blog should be stepford peoples:laugh

The light has come upon the dark benighted way.
Dead! Dead your Majesty.
Dead, my Lords and gentlemen.
Dead, Right Reverends and Wrong Reverends of every order.
Dead, men and women, born with heavenly compassion in your hearts
And dying thus around us every day.
(Charles Dickens)

Time visiting welcoming faces in some far away place–the type of place seen on World Vision, was a thought provoking experience. I met so many inspiring folks who affected me with their simplicity of life.

Clinging to Michael’s legs is a half-caste toddler. He found him–unwanted by a mother who had entrusted her body to an uncaring soul –no doubt thousands of miles back in white man’s land now. Free spirited Michael loves this small outcast with all his heart and sense, with a mind that knows no bureaucratic hang ups, but simply is governed by natural reason. Michael says: “He was cute, I wanted to have him so she gave him to me.” Am I hearing right-too many questions stir in my conditioned cerebral matter, so I ask none of them. “I’m going to raise him as my own.” he continues. He has no wife, but no matter, the village is around him to help.

The neighborly woman, mother of four of her own, takes the rejected child during the day, after all, what’s one more? Michael, now able to spend his days at the beach haggling with tourists for a few shillings, can now bring food home in the evenings.

Caringly, Faith walks me down the road because I have lost my way to a village hut where I am invited for chicken dinner. Her bare callused feet make me wince. Regaining my bearings, we part ways.

Mary cooks the best bird ever to be tasted. Her grubby children, along with many of the neighboring little cherubs, sing happy songs and show me how to groove along; I taught them “Duck Duck Goose,” whereby, whoops and giggles delight all. “Show us more games,” they laugh. Hugs and broad smiles accompany farewells.

A family of eight lives in one small room– two families really, but living as one– single mums with youngsters. There are two beds, no bathroom, no taps, no light– no, just a space, cramped–not cozy. A few clothes hang on string over the bed–no drawers. Water taps and bathrooms are in the common domain for all to use.

The youngsters crash on foam mattresses borrowed from the landlord for the occasion. They enjoy the sleep over; I enjoy them, the company and the sharing of selves. I need practice cooking cornmeal, and they readily show me how. After food and social merriment, there are no knives or forks to wash, just sticky fingers and faces.

Now I miss living, sun, warmth, friendship, freedom, contributing, mosquitoes, and the Indian Ocean. Across the sea, I feel at home.

Now at home, I cross the street– public domain– to my rusty ol’ car. I hear begrudging words: “Can’t you park on your side?” “Sorry this side was full,” I plead, but my regret seems to be of little importance; my neighbor’s mind is set.

It appears values change; Is it written? Thou shalt not desire thy neighbor’s street parking by his house, or by his grass, or by his dog, or by any thing that is thy neighbor’s, and thou shalt love thy own stuff as thyself, and keep it wholly unto thyself?

Oh, to be in the land of the free!
Debbie

I am one of those "NICE GUYS" that finish last.
I have always been this way and could not figure out what the deal was. I treated every woman I have been in a relationship with as if she were the most important person on the face of the earth. I give them my attention, I treat them with respect, I give them the honor they deserve.
I am kind hearted and I think that I love well. I have never broken up with anyone, always been the breakee. I have heard "I love you but...." "I would rather be friends..." "I love you like a brother...". I have heard all these and more.
After having my heart broken repeatedly I have come to the conclusion that though I may be a nice guy, loving, romantic and all the rest. I am lacking in some way.
Nice guys often complain that women really only want bad boys. Tuff guys and really have no desire for a nice guy. This is not true, woman want to be loved just as men do. They want to be treated well, fall in love, have a partner for life etc. etc. etc.
What the don't want is a man she cannot respect. Nice guys may have all the skills they need to show their love. We definitely lack one key ingredient. The ability to lead. I don't mean take over the relationship but to lead when needed.
The ability to take the lead when your partner needs it and not to become domineering is going to be a rocky road. The bad boys of the world have this down pat, the do not have the nice guy skills they need, thus they often have very short relationships. Nice guys may have longer relationships but the end result is usually the same. Both end up alone.
I have often been called a nice guy with a big heart,I used to consider this an insult,it's true,I feel a great deal, I experience love to it's fullest.
I have spoken of my "discovery" with my ex, she informs me that, the lack of taking the lead in the relationship was one of the things that really made it difficult for her.
She is an incredibly strong woman, full of spit and vinegar, I mean that in a good way. She is independent and stubborn as all get out.(I like that in a woman, by the way.)
She mentioned that even though she is strong she still would like the MAN to do what the man is supposed to do.
I feel that taking the lead has to be done carefully. One could become to aggressive and turn taking lead to abuse.
I may be off base here but I think that is what happens to many women, and men also. They are looking for someone to take some control and end up with a controlling individual. This may lead to an abusive relationship.
So in my infinite wisdom I have decided to try and stay "a nice guy" but become more aggressive when it comes to taking the lead. Finding the balance between lap-dog and attack dog will be difficult and won't happen over night. I am sure I will make many mistakes and tick some people off. By the way this does not just apply to romance but every day life, from standing up to my boss when I feel slighted to making sure my steak is cooked the way I like, application is the key.
Strength mixed with the ever present nice guy.
It won't help the relationship just lost but will in the future.

This is how I see it; you can disagree: We are all supposed to be “nice” because we’re supposed to be Christian and Christians are supposed to be nice and kind and loving – well CRAP. Let’s face it Christians are just like anyone else… mean. Most people have been conditioned/brainwashed /indoctrinated by the cultural Christian pulpits to feel guilty and hide their sin rather than to acknowledge it and be themselves. Why is it hidden?–We’re afraid of the church’s judgement; we compare ourselves with each other-“this is a greater sin than that” etc. “If he/she was a real Christian she/he wouldn’t say that, or do that, or wear that short dress” etc. So many false expectations put on people by whom, not a lovely God surely? It’s man made and crap. People can become horridly angry by having to be religious and end up condemning others because of their self condemnation. Nobody can change anyone else.

I have a very strong and strange opinion about God. It's kind of hard to explain. The simpelest way is that I beleave God is there and that Jesus was his son, however, I don't think he loves as much as predicted. Looking at the natural disasters, and disease and pretty much all the other hells in the world that can't be prevented by anyone other than God makes me question is actual love.

My faith in God started to waver when my daughter was born. I remeber holding her in my arms and praying for the strength care to be a good father. For help in making the right decisions and to always be able to provide what she needs... then a week later I was run out of town by a bunch of drug addicted hillbillies. Since then I questioned my god's love.

A few nights ago I prayed for the first time in a long time. I prayed for my daughter to be safe and to know that she's doing okay since I rarely get to hear anything about her and whenever I do hear something it's usualy bad. 2-3 days after my prayer I got a call from the mother of my child. She actually talked to me like a human being rather than blame me for everything wrong in her life. I was dumbstruck. I'm still weary and beleave the mother is up to something, however, she didn't ask for anything instead we talked mainly about our daughter and how she was doing.

I'm so confused, and ultimately scared. God works in mysterious ways and from past expierences when I prayed for his help I got the opposite... Has god Finally forgiven me for my sins? Is karma finally letting up on me for what I did when I was younger? Was it just a fluke that I got the call from the mother after I prayed for it and God is still up in the heavens watching us destroy ourselves and each other?

I started talking to a guy for a couple of days and conversation gets less everyday. What am I doing wrong?