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<description><![CDATA[I'm a blk ssbbw 39 years old,350lbs.I work in the customer service feild.I love to hug and cuddle.]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[THE SCARS OF LIFE]]></title>
<link>http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-Hkvy68I9brAUPjWl9RVbZ1iU?p=180</link>
<description><![CDATA[<span class="apple-style-span"><strong><em><font face="Verdana" color="black" size="5"><span style="font-weight:bold; font-size:18pt; color:black; font-style:italic; font-family:Verdana; ">THE SCARS OF LIFE</span></font></strong></em></span><span class="apple-style-span"><em><font face="Verdana" color="black" size="4"><span style="font-size:13pt; color:black; font-style:italic; font-family:Verdana; "> </span></font></em></span><font face="Verdana" color="black" size="4"><span style="font-size:13pt; color:black; font-family:Verdana; "><br />
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</span></font><strong><em><font color="#a11f12" size="6" face="Monotype Corsiva"><span style="font-weight:bold; font-size:22.5pt; color:#a11f12; font-style:italic; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva'; "><br />
<font face="Tahoma"><span class="apple-style-span">Some years ago, on a hot summer day in south Florida, a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went. </span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span">He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore.</span></font></span></font></strong></em><span class="apple-style-span"><em><font face="Tahoma" color="#a11f12" size="6"><span style="font-size:22.5pt; color:#a11f12; font-style:italic; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva'; "> </span></font></em></span><em><font color="#a11f12" size="6"><span style="font-size:22.5pt; color:#a11f12; font-style:italic; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva'; "><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span"><font face="Tahoma">His father working in the yard saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, he ran toward the water, yelling to his son as loudly as he could.</font></span></span></strong><font face="Tahoma"><span class="apple-style-span"> </span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span"><font face="Tahoma">Hearing his voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his father. It was too late. Just as he reached his father, the alligator reached him. From the dock, the father grabbed his little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the father, but the father was much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard his screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator.</font></span></span></strong><font face="Tahoma"><span class="apple-style-span"> </span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span"><font face="Tahoma">Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his father's fingernails dug into his flesh in his effort to hang on to the son he loved. </font></span></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-weight:bold; "><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"><font face="Tahoma">The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, "But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Dad wouldn't let go."</font></span></span></strong><font face="Tahoma"><span class="apple-style-span"> </span><br />
</font><strong><span style="font-weight:bold; "><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"><font face="Tahoma">You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret. But, some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let go. In the midst of your struggle, He's been there holding on to you.</font></span></span></strong><font face="Tahoma"><span class="apple-style-span"> </span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span"><font face="Tahoma">T he Scripture teaches that God loves you. You are a child of God He wants to protect you and provide for you in every way But sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril - and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. That's when the tug-of-war begins - and if you have the scars of His love on your arms, be very, very grateful. He did not and will not ever let you go.</font></span></span></strong><font face="Tahoma"><span class="apple-style-span"> </span><br />
</font><strong><span style="font-weight:bold; "><br />
<font face="Tahoma"><span class="apple-style-span">Please pass this on to those you love. God has blessed you, so that you can be a blessing to others. You just never know where a person is in his/her life and what they are going through. </span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span">Never judge &nbsp;another persons scars, because you don't know how they got them. Also, it is so important that we are not selfish, to receive the blessings of these messages, without forwarding them to someone else.</span></font></span></strong><font face="Tahoma"><span class="apple-style-span"> </span><br />
</font><strong><span style="font-weight:bold; "><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"><font face="Tahoma">Right now, someone needs to know that God loves them, and you love them, too- enough to not let them go.</font></span></span></strong></span></font></em><span class="apple-style-span"><font face="Tahoma" color="#a11f12" size="6"><span style="font-size:22.5pt; color:#a11f12; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva'; "> </span></font></span>
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<title><![CDATA[Saint Theresa&#39;s Prayer]]></title>
<link>http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-Hkvy68I9brAUPjWl9RVbZ1iU?p=179</link>
<description><![CDATA[<span style="color:black; font-family:Arial; ">Saint Theresa's prayer: </span><font color="black"><span style="color:black; "><br />
</span></font><font face="Arial" color="black"><span style="color:black; font-family:Arial; ">May today there be peace within. May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith. May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you. May you be content knowing you are a child of God. Let this presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love. It is there for each and every one of us. </span></font><font color="black"><span style="color:black; "><br />
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<pubDate>Wed, 13 Dec 2006 06:34:51 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Little Angles]]></title>
<link>http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-Hkvy68I9brAUPjWl9RVbZ1iU?p=176</link>
<description><![CDATA[<font size="3">The story goes that some time ago a mother punished her five year old <br />
daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was <br />
tight <br />
and she became even more upset when the child used the gold paper to <br />
decorate <br />
a box to put under the Christmas tree. <br />
<br />
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her mother the <br />
next <br />
morning and then said, "This is&nbsp; for&nbsp; you,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; M omma." <br />
<br />
The mother was embarrassed by her earlier over reaction, but her anger <br />
flared <br />
again when she opened the box and found it was empty. She spoke to her <br />
daughter in a harsh manner. <br />
<br />
"Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there's <br />
supposed <br />
to be something&nbsp;&nbsp; inside the package?" <br />
<br />
She had tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Momma, it's not empty! I blew <br />
kisses <br />
into it until it was full." <br />
<br />
The mother was crushed. She fell on her knees and put her arms around <br />
her <br />
little girl, and she begged her forgiveness for her thoughtless anger. <br />
<br />
<br />
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later, and it <br />
is <br />
told that the mother kept that gold box by her bed for all the years of <br />
her <br />
life. <br />
<br />
Whenever she was discouraged or <br />
faced difficult problems she would open the box and take out an <br />
imaginary <br />
kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there. <br />
<br />
In a very real sense, each of us, as human beings, have been given a <br />
Golden <br />
box filled with unconditional love&nbsp; and kisses from our children, <br />
family, <br />
friends and GOD. There is no more precious <br />
possession anyone could hold. <br />
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(sent to me from a friend)</font>]]></description>
<pubDate>Wed, 22 Nov 2006 12:50:08 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Special tag]]></title>
<link>http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-Hkvy68I9brAUPjWl9RVbZ1iU?p=174</link>
<description><![CDATA[<p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">Pennyjelly, my friend&nbsp;made this wonderful tag today,</font></p>
<p><font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">and I wanted to shared it with all my friends.</font></p>
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<pubDate>Wed, 15 Nov 2006 04:24:39 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Children in our lives]]></title>
<link>http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-Hkvy68I9brAUPjWl9RVbZ1iU?p=172</link>
<description><![CDATA[<p><strong><font size="4">To those of us who have children in our lives, <br />
whether they are our own, <br />
grandchildren, <br />
nieces, <br />
nephews, <br />
or students... <br />
here is something to make you chuckle. <br />
<br />
Whenever your children are out of control, <br />
you can take comfort from the thought that <br />
even God's omnipotence did not extend <br />
to His own children. <br />
<br />
After creating heaven and earth, <br />
God created Adam and Eve. <br />
<br />
And the first thing he said was <br />
"DON'T!" <br />
"Don't what?" <br />
Adam replied. <br />
<br />
"Don't eat the forbidden fruit." <br />
God said. <br />
"Forbidden fruit? <br />
We have forbidden fruit? <br />
Hey Eve.we have forbidden fruit!"<br />
"No Way!" <br />
<br />
"Yes way!" <br />
"Do NOT eat the fruit! " <br />
said God. <br />
"Why?" <br />
"Because I am your Father and I said so! " <br />
God replied, <br />
wondering why He hadn't stopped <br />
creation after making the elephants. <br />
<br />
A few minutes later, <br />
God saw His children having an apple break <br />
and He was ticked! <br />
"Didn't I tell you not to eat the fruit? " <br />
God asked.<br />
<br />
"Uh huh," <br />
Adam replied.<br />
<br />
"Then why did you? " <br />
said the Father. <br />
<br />
"I don't know," <br />
said Eve.<br />
<br />
"She started it! " <br />
Adam said.<br />
<br />
"Did not! "<br />
"Did too! "<br />
"DID NOT! "<br />
<br />
Having had it with the two of them, <br />
God's punishment was that Adam and Eve <br />
should have children of their own. <br />
<br />
Thus the pattern was set and it has never changed.<br />
BUT THERE IS REASSURANCE IN THE STORY! <br />
<br />
If you have persistently and lovingly tried to give children wisdom <br />
and they haven't taken it, <br />
don't be hard on yourself. <br />
<br />
If God had trouble raising children, <br />
what makes you think it would be <br />
a piece of cake for you? <br />
<br />
THINGS TO THINK ABOUT! <br />
<br />
1. You spend the first two years of their life <br />
teaching them to walk and talk. Then you spend <br />
the next sixteen telling them to sit down and be quiet.<br />
<br />
2. Grandchildren are God's reward <br />
for not killing your own children.<br />
<br />
3. Mothers of teens now know why <br />
some animals eat their young.<br />
<br />
4. Children seldom misquote you. <br />
<br />
In fact, <br />
they usually repeat word for word <br />
what you shouldn't have said.<br />
<br />
5. The main purpose of holding children's parties <br />
is to remind yourself that there are children <br />
more awful than your own. <br />
<br />
6. We childproofed our homes, <br />
but they are still getting in.<br />
ADVICE FOR THE DAY: <br />
<br />
Be nice to your kids. <br />
They will choose your <br />
nursing home one day.<br />
<br />
AND FINALLY:<br />
<br />
IF YOU ! HAVE A LOT OF TENSION <br />
AND YOU GET A HEADACHE, <br />
DO WHAT IT SAYS <br />
ON THE ASPIRIN BOTTLE:<br />
<br />
"TAKE TWO ASPIRIN" <br />
AND "KEEP AWAY FROM CHILDREN"!!! !! <br />
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<pubDate>Tue, 14 Nov 2006 16:22:47 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Just thinking........]]></title>
<link>http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-Hkvy68I9brAUPjWl9RVbZ1iU?p=167</link>
<description><![CDATA[Thanks for stopping by.]]></description>
<pubDate>Mon, 13 Nov 2006 04:57:27 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[I PROMISE]]></title>
<link>http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-Hkvy68I9brAUPjWl9RVbZ1iU?p=163</link>
<description><![CDATA[I promise you my love,<br />
I promise you my heart, <br />
I promise you my life, <br />
I promise we'll never be apart, <br />
<br />
I promise not to hurt you, <br />
I promise to never make you cry, <br />
I promise to always trust you,<br />
I promise not to lie,<br />
<br />
I promise you forever, <br />
I promise you tonight,<br />
I promise you my respect, <br />
I promise to do things right, <br />
<br />
I promise to always be there ,<br />
I promise until the end, <br />
I promise to always love you, <br />
I promise to be your best friend ,<br />
<br />
I promise you my love, <br />
I promise you my life ,<br />
I promise this forever, <br />
I promise our friendship is my life ,<br />
<br />
your the PEANUT to my BUTTER , <br />
your the STAR to my BURST, <br />
your the M to my M, <br />
your the POP to my TART, <br />
your the MILKY to my WAY, <br />
your the FRUIT to my LOOP, <br />
your the MILK to my DUDS, <br />
your the LUCKY to my CHARMS, <br />
your the ICE to my CREAM, <br />
your the GHETTO to my BOOTY, <br />
but mostly.... <br />
your the BEST to my FRIEND <br />
<br />
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<pubDate>Fri, 03 Nov 2006 07:57:49 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[This Morning]]></title>
<link>http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-Hkvy68I9brAUPjWl9RVbZ1iU?p=153</link>
<description><![CDATA[<em><font size="4" face="Comic Sans MS">This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven, he saw me, and he asked: <br />
<br />
My child, what is your greatest wish for today? <br />
<br />
I responded: <br />
<br />
"Lord please; take care of the person who is reading this message, their family and their special friends.They deserve it and I love them very much" <br />
<br />
The love of God is like the ocean, you can see its beginnings but Not its end. <br />
<br />
ANGELS EXIST, but sometimes, since they don't all have wings we call them FRIENDS, SUCH AS YOU.</font></em><font face="Arial" color="black" size="4"><span style="font-size:13.5pt; color:black; font-style:italic; font-family:Arial; ">&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />
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<br />
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</span></font>]]></description>
<pubDate>Wed, 18 Oct 2006 05:09:20 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[I have missed everyone]]></title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 18 Oct 2006 04:09:21 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Woman]]></title>
<link>http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-Hkvy68I9brAUPjWl9RVbZ1iU?p=147</link>
<description><![CDATA[Be very careful if you make a woman <br />
cry, because God counts her tears. The woman <br />
came out of a man's rib. Not from his feet to be <br />
walked on. Not from his head to be superior, but <br />
from the side to be equal. Under the arm to be <br />
protected, and next to the heart to be loved. ]]></description>
<pubDate>Mon, 21 Aug 2006 14:53:40 GMT</pubDate>
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