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| an old convo with walker...hehe im NOT inSANE, am I?wait DONT answer THAT.... says:
im gonna be an old made with my hair going out in wild places and my eyes all freakly off set,and grinning with crooked old yellow teeth(oh wit aready got those)
im NOT inSANE, am I?wait DONT answer THAT.... says:
*wait
Walker McCune [[ILA]] says:
lol
im NOT inSANE, am I?wait DONT answer THAT.... says:
im all set!!!!!!
im NOT inSANE, am I?wait DONT answer THAT.... says:
im an old maid and im only 16
im NOT inSANE, am I?wait DONT answer THAT.... says:
yay for freakiness
im NOT inSANE, am I?wait DONT answer THAT.... says:
i should suggest it to Amanda!totally on the top of my list now
Walker McCune [[ILA]] says:
what
Walker McCune [[ILA]] says:
yeah you too seem to get along lol.
im NOT inSANE, am I?wait DONT answer THAT.... says:
bein an old maid .we'd totally hang out!
Walker McCune [[ILA]] says:
lol
Walker McCune [[ILA]] says:
in other words you like her
Walker McCune [[ILA]] says:
unlike courtney
im NOT inSANE, am I?wait DONT answer THAT.... says:
to old maids talkin bout how cute this younge man is woot!!
im NOT inSANE, am I?wait DONT answer THAT.... says:
to old crooneys
Walker McCune [[ILA]] says:
more like one..cause shes marryin me!!
im NOT inSANE, am I?wait DONT answer THAT.... says:
haha well guess my idea was just a short fly by then'
im NOT inSANE, am I?wait DONT answer THAT.... says:
darn it . coulda had 'er
Walker McCune [[ILA]] says:
lol
im NOT inSANE, am I?wait DONT answer THAT.... says:
now i gotta find someone else to be my old maid companion!
im NOT inSANE, am I?wait DONT answer THAT.... says:
i might put an ad in the paper.
im NOT inSANE, am I?wait DONT answer THAT.... says:
wanted: teen girl that wants to be an old maid,just to hang around and talk about cute young men.
im NOT inSANE, am I?wait DONT answer THAT.... says:
so evil
Walker McCune [[ILA]] says:
riigghttt
Walker McCune [[ILA]] says:
i bet you'd get some weird people callin
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| my latest poem all please comment and let me know what you think.thanks :) http://www.thestarlitecafe.com/poems/105/poem_91006781.html | | |
| So when i first meet someone you'll notice one thing right off the bat,im shy.Or am I?Sometimes i seem cold and standoffish,or like im annoyed.
In a way I am.
In this bulletin Im going to explain why.
Words...cut like a knife. ever heard that saying? well its true for me very oh so true.when i was little i was teased alot(not going to know names).well ill start from the beginning
when I was real little i lived in Washington,i had so many friends,i was that bubbly kind of girl.The boys had respect for us girls,and i was never bothered.
Well my grandpa got sick.my parents felt the need to move to Washington to help take care of him.and I of course went along.So here i was in Alaska way out of my comfort zone.we went to my uncles church that he started and i soon learned...there wasnt much respect here.I tried to make friends(made a few) but i made many enemies.How, i still do not understand.i was constantly teased,had soda poured on my head,and was toyed with.I'd look to my parents,but they never saw it.I looked to my sister and brother,but they were busy with their own lives.I looked to my few friends and found comfort.Why they stayed friends with me I dont know.
eventually the teasing stopped but i was still hurt.i tried not to show it,I had built a wall around myself.not to mention with barbs.i began to hate my family,my enemies,my church,my life,and even God.
i gained an attitude,a disrespect,a hatred,and a need to die.again,why i still had those few friends?i dont know. My family couldnt stand me,i began to tease my sister unmercifulally.I began to back talk to my parents,and i forgot to talk to my Father.Later now that i think back on it...i was doing just what had ruined me.
I became proud.my pride was great.pride in what?I dont know.my thinking was backwards.
Now today i have rededicated my life to the Lord and am fully devoted to him.I had friends who stuck with me,family who tried to help me.teachers who loved me enough to break down that barrier.And Children to tell me im beautiful,funny, and amazing.
So my explaination you ask?
Im scared.Im scared to be hurt again,and to hurt again.
Why i never talk to guys?
Im scared,Im scared ill be hurt again,and to hurt again.
why?
Im scared,Im scared ill be hurt again,and to hurt again.
I dont think i need to say it again.
another thing,i hate looking in peoples eyes,i feel like they can see.(Dont they?) Ilove you all,dont change your beautiful the way you are. | | |
| Fur coats and outhouses.
by Amie Jo
It was a beautiful day,that saterday.
the sun was shinning,the faces were smiling.
I was pumped!As were my mom and dad who were with me.
My family garage sales competetively,we see something we want,we run,literally!
my mom would walk up to the lady and will grabbing things as she goes and declare "I want this and this,how much will you take for this?"
well on this perticular sunny day we decided to take a nice drive into the hills,we thought it would be enjoyable to be with each other and seeing the veiw.actually my mom had seen an ad in the newspaper that said "ANTIQUES!" thats the real reason.Believe me? i thought you would.
My mom is crazy about antique,shes like a squirrel that zones in on the m&ms.anyways were headed up this hill joking and laughing.Yeah we were having fun! we finally reach this old lady's driveway.so steep i felt like i was on a rollercoaster...wheee!anyways we pull in and race to the house.Boy were we ready to dive into that junk(antiques?)!Lets see here purses,necklaces,a couple garage saleing,3 fur coats,junk,a lady garage saleing,more junk more junk etc.
The lady who owned it all actually walked into her house and called out to everyone "If theres anything you want to buy just yell!" That was the start of all the trouble.
We hadnt found anything at that garage sale,nothing antique at all(except the old lady).
lets see here purses,necklaces,2 fur coates,junk blah blah blah.we thought as we walked out.
a couple had just left before us and were headed down the driveway,whe suddenly the other lady at the garage sale races out past us and looks after the couple with this quizzicle look on her face.Which really puzzled us.
Anyways we hopped into the van drove down the steep driveway(wheeee said the little piggy all the way home...oops wrong story) and as we were driving down the hill right behind this couple ( yeah know the guy that freaks you out with his long beard long mustache just plain...freaky! and his lady)
"Dad what do you think was wrong with the lady?She acted kinda...strange." (isnt that the way everyone is in Alaska?) I said.
"I donno but i did notice one of the fur coats was missing,and i had over heard the (old)lady say the coat was 750 dollars"
I gasped,so much money!
"Do you think that couple took it?!?"
"I'm thinkin' so!that one guy acted...mysterious..."(dont they all?)
"mom what do you think"
"I dont know" replied mom.
suddenly i noticed that the couple turned off the road and into an RV park.I watched as they slowely drove along the dirt road there. My dad continued on in the van.
"I thinking he's trying to lose us!Hes getting peranoid!"said Dad.
My heart started to beat wildely,our own mystery!
"Do you think that one lady knew that the couple stole the coat?is that why she acted so weird?"I asked.
This time Mom replied." I think she suspected them."
eventually we came up with our own devious plan,my idea of course.
We pulled over to the side of the road,my mom and I giggling the whole time,and dad smiling in laughter.
Mom pulled out the map she had in the glove compartment, and started "arguing" with dad.
Dad wiggled his eyebrows and kissed mom.
Oh,yes we were having fun!
I scrunched up in the back of the van,I knew the tinted windows would hide me and they would never see me!
I grabbed my pencil and paper and got ready to write!(muahahahaha) 10 cars later and a few times of nearly dozing off (woops!).HERE they come!i stick out my tongue to the side and squent my eyes.
yes...yes...YES! a few feet more! aHA!ELJ 377. I got the liscense plate!
Dad had noticed as the car passed that the guy was looking at us! wow...very suspicious.
We were pretty sure of ourselves! we had caught a thief!
Dad quickly turned the car around and headed up the hill.
And guess what...we were late for work!!(doesnt it always work that way?)
Mom and i giggled and laughed we were having a ball!
finally we got to the lady's house,Rollercoaster ride! whee!
and all three of us jumped out of the car and raced towards the lady at the same time as this other garage saler pulled up.
"Did someone steal a fur coat from you?? is there one missing? Did that couple steal it?" dad said in a rush of words,i barely understood him!
the garage saler that pulled up had a look of shock on her face,pretty funny right?
and the old lady replies...
"Oh no Oh no! they paid for it! yes they did!"
"We just wanted to make sure!"
Dad explained about how we had suspected them,while she kept saying over and over that they paid for it.
We all let out a relieved laugh.
"Thank you so much for taking notice! thank you thank you!"
the lady said enthusiastically.so we hopped back in the van and start heading down ther driveway,now so much fun the forth time ya know.
"Well we had our fun for the day!" I laughed.
"maybe she was using the outhouses at the camp ground or something,i wonder what they did,could she have used the outhouses?"dad said
"Or he!"
"Or he,maybe we should catch up with them and and ask." he said in a teasing way.
"Yeah dad,lets ask him if he remembered to put the toilet seat down while were at it!"*SARCASM*
The end(for now)
So Im starting this book called "adventures in the life of a garage saler."Please! sent me your stories! you can put it into story form yourself or I can do it,it doesnt matter.i hope to have the book done soon.And i need a proof reader...as you can tell...
This was a true story btw!
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| "Then Laugh"
(Bertha Adams Backus)
Build for yourself a strong box,
Fashion each part with care;
When it’s strong as your hand can make it,
Put all your troubles there;
Hide there all thought of your failures,
And each bitter cup that you quaff;
Lock all your heartaches within it,
Then sit on the lid and laugh.
Tell no one else its contents,
Never its secrets share;
When you’ve dropped in your care and worry
Keep them forever there;
Hide them from sight so completely
That the world will never dream half;
Fasten the strong box securely—
Then sit on the lid and laugh.
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"Where are you going Great-Heart?"
(John Oxenham)
Where are you going, Great-Heart,
With your eager face and your fiery grace?
Where are you going, Great-Heart?"
"To fight a fight with all my might,
For truth and justice, God and right,
To grace all life with His fair Light."
Then God go with you, Great-Heart!
Where are you going, Great-Heart?
"To cleanse the earth of noisome things,
To draw from life its poison stings,
To give free play to freedom's wings."
Then go with you, Great-Heart!
Where are you going, Great-Heart?
"To lift today above the past,
To make tomorrow sure and fast,
To nail God's colors to the mast."
Then God go with you, Great-Heart!
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"My People,who are they?"
(Rosa Zagnoni Marinoni)
MY PEOPLE? Who are they?
I went into the church where the congregation
Worshiped my God. Were they my people?
I felt no kinship to them as they knelt there.
My people! Where are they?
I went into the land where I was born,
Where men spoke my language .
I was a stranger there.
“My people,” my soul cried. “Who are my people?”
Last night in the rain I met an old man
Who spoke a language I do not speak,
Which marked him as one who does not know my God.
With apologetic smile he offered me
The shelter of his patched umbrella.
I met his eyes. . . And then I knew. .
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"The Church Walking With The World"
(Matilda C. Edwards)
The Church and the World walked far apart
On the changing shores of time,
The World was singing a giddy song,
And the Church a hymn sublime.
“Come, give me your hand,” said the merry World,
“And walk with me this way!”
But the faithful Church hid her gentle hands
And solemnly answered “Nay!
I will not give you my hand at all,
And I will not walk with you;
Your way is the way that leads to death;
Your words are all untrue.”
“Nay, walk with me but a little space,”
Said the World with a kindly air;
“The road I walk is a pleasant road,
And the sun shines always there.
Your path is thorny and rough and rude,
But mine is broad and plain;
My way is paved with flowers and dews,
And yours with tears and pain.
The sky to me is always blue,
No want, no toil I know;
The sky above you is always dark,
Your lot is a lot of woe.
There’s room enough for you and me
To travel side by side.”
Half shyly the Church approached the World
And gave him her hand of snow;
And the old World grasped it and walked along,
Saying, in accents low:
“Your dress is too simple to please my taste;
I will give you pearls to wear,
Rich velvets and silks for your graceful form,
And diamonds to deck your hair.”
The Church looked down at her plain white robes,
And then at the dazzling World,
And blushed as she saw his handsome lip
With a smile contemptuous curled.
“I will change my dress for a costlier one,”
Said the Church, with a smile of grace;
Then her pure white garments drifted away,
And the World gave, in their place,
Beautiful satins and shining silks,
Roses and gems and costly pearls;
While over her forehead her bright hair fell
Crisped in a thousand curls.
“Your house is too plain,” said the proud old World,
“I’ll build you one like mine;
With walls of marble and towers of gold,
And furniture ever so fine.”
So he built her a costly and beautiful house;
Most splendid it was to behold;
Her sons and her beautiful daughters dwelt there
Gleaming in purple and gold.
Rich fairs and shows in the halls were held,
And the World and his children were there.
Laughter and music and feasts were heard
In the place that was meant for prayer.
There-were cushioned seats for the rich and the gay,
To sit in their pomp and pride;
But the poor who were clad in shabby array,
Sat meekly down outside.
“You give too much to the poor,” said the World.
“Far more than you ought to do;
If they are in need of shelter and food,
Why need it trouble you?
Go, take your money and buy rich robes,
Buy horses and carriages fine;
Buy pearls and jewels and dainty food,
Buy the rarest and costliest wine.
My children, they dote on all these things,
And if you their love would win
You must do as they do, and walk in the ways
That they are walking in.”
So the poor were turned from her door in scorn,
And she heard not the orphan’s cry;
But she drew her beautiful robes aside,
As the widows went weeping by.
Then the sons of the World and the Sons of the Church
Walked closely hand and heart,
And only the Master, who knoweth all,
Could tell the two apart.
Then the Church sat down at her ease, and said,
“I am rich and my goods increase;
I have need of nothing, or aught to do,
But to laugh, and dance, and feast.”
The sly World heard, and he laughed in his sleeve,
And mockingly said, aside:
“The Church is fallen, the beautiful Church;
And her shame is her boast and her pride.”
The angel drew near to the mercy seat,
And whispered in sighs her name;
Then the loud anthems of rapture were hushed,
And heads were covered with shame.
And a voice was heard at last by the Church
From Him who sat on the throne:
“I know thy works, and how thou hast said,
‘I am rich, and hast not known
That thou art naked, poor and blind,
And wretched before my face;’
Therefore from my presence cast I thee out,
And blot thy name from its place.”
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The Woman I Am
(Glen Allen)
The woman I am
Hides deep in me
Beneath the woman
I seem to be.
She hides away
From the stranger's eye -
She is not known
To the passers-by.
She goes her way,
The woman I seem,
But the woman I am
Withdraws to dream!
The woman I seem
Goes carelessly -
When love goes by
Does not seem to see.
But the woman I am
Knows sudden fear...
And hides more deeply
When love draws near!
For love might look closely
Perhaps...and see
Her beneath the woman
I seem to be! | | |
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