Hopes...Dreams...Desires: October 2005

What's Your Funky Inner Hair Color?

Your Hair Should Be Orange

Expressive, deep, and one of a kind.
You pull off "weird" well - hardly anyone notices.

What's Your Funky Inner Hair Color?

What's funny is that my hair is so red it is almost orange. :P

What's Your Hidden Talent?

Your Hidden Talent

You have the natural talent of rocking the boat, thwarting the system.
And while this may not seem big, it can be.
It's people like you who serve as the catalysts to major cultural changes.
You're just a bit behind the scenes, so no one really notices.

What's Your Hidden Talent?

The Wonderful World of Writers Block

Yes, that's right I have had writer's block I have so much on my mind that I haven't really had time to sit down and write.

I went to my first parent teachers conference on my kids and walked out with my head held in shame from my two step-childrens classes. I make sure they do their homework and still Joseph, my 9 year old step son, finds a way to not bring his home even if that means the teacher watching him throw it away and handing it back to him. GGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrr.....it makes me angry that he would lie to me and it makes me even madder knowing that he is doing it. I have spanked him. He still does it. I have punished him. He still does it. What else can I do?

Heather my 7 year old step daughter has brought her grades up remarkably. She is now sitting with a 4.2. GO HEATHER!!

Daunte the one child I thought would give us trouble because of all his medical conditions is the only one that hasn't needed constant reminding to do his homework. His teacher raved on him wanting to learn along with his behavior. Remember this is the ADHD child the one with OCD and ODD. She said he has a very good attitude and strives for perfection. All I could think was Daunte my 5 year old son? We are talking about him right? She assured me that he is one of the brightest children in her class. She continued to tell me what a pleasure he is and how bright he is.

Needless to say I walked out of Daunte's class in total awe.

I have been working so much lately I barely have enough time to check my e-mail every other day.

Your Power Color Is Indigo

At Your Highest:

You are on a fast track to success - and others believe in you.

At Your Lowest:

You require a lot of attention and praise.

In Love:

You see people as how you want them to be, not as how they are.

How You're Attractive:

You're dramatic flair makes others see you as mysterious and romantic.

Your Eternal Question:

"Does This Work Into My Future Plans?"

What's Your Power Color?

How You Are In Love

You fall in love quickly and easily. And very often.

You tend to give more than take in relationships.

You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.

You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.

You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.

How Are You In Love?

Snickers

Nutty and gooey - you always satisfy.

What Kind of Candy Are You?

Kissing Purity

Your Kissing Purity Score: 34% Pure

You're not one to kiss and tell...
But word is, you kiss pretty well.

Kissing Purity Test

Absolutely Stunning...

http://home.att.net/~hideaway_fun/392/beautiful.htm

Momma Always Told Me...

http://home.att.net/~hideaway_fun/390/mom_always.htm

John Deere Baby!
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A farming Gabbie.
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Red Friday

Very soon, you will see a great many people wearing Red every Friday.

The reason? Americans who support our troops used to be called the "silent majority".

We are no longer silent, and are voicing our love for God, country and home in record breaking numbers. We are not organized, boisterous or over-bearing.

We get no liberal media coverage on TV, to reflect our message or our opinions. Many Americans, like you, me and all our friends, simply want to recognize that the vast majority of America supports our troops.

Our idea of showing solidarity and support for our troops with dignity and respect starts this Friday -and continues each and every Friday until the troops all come home, sending a deafening message that.

Every red-blooded American who supports our men and women a far will wear something red. By word of mouth, press, TV -- let's make the United States on every Friday a sea of red much like a homecoming football game in the bleachers.

If every one of us who loves this country will share this with acquaintances co-workers, friends, and family. It will not be long before the USA is covered in RED and it will let our troops know the once "silent" majority is on their side more than ever, certainly more than the media lets on.

The first thing a soldier says when asked "What can we do to make things better for you?" is...We need your support and your prayers.

Let's get the word out and lead with class and dignity, by example; and wear something red every Friday.

WE LIVE IN THE LAND OF THE FREE, ONLY BECAUSE OF THE BRAVE. THEIR BLOOD RUNS RED - WEAR RED!

Something I Thought I Should Share (from an e-mail my father sent me)

Please read until the end.

This is a good story and is true, please read it all the way through until the end! (After the story, there are some very interesting facts!): I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree. The last class I had to take was Sociology.

The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with. Her last project of the term was called "Smile." The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions.

I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway, so, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally. Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonald's one crisp March morning. It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son.

We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did. I did not move an inch... an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved. As I turned around I smelled a horrible "dirty body" smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men.

As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was "smiling". His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for acceptance. He said, "Good day" as he counted the few coins he had been clutching.

The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation. I held my tears as I stood there with them. The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted.

He said, "Coffee is all Miss" because that was all they could afford. (If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something.He just wanted to be warm). Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes.

That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action.I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray. I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot.

I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed gentleman's cold hand .He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Thank you." I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, "I did not do this for you. God is here working through me to give you hope." I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son.

When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, "That is why God gave you to me, Honey, to give me hope." We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only because of the Grace that we had been given were we able to give.

We are not church goers, but we are believers. That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love. I returned tocollege, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand. I turned in "my project" and the instructor read it. Then she looked up at me and said, "Can I share this?"I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class. She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings and being part of God share this need to heal people and to be healed.

In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald's, my husband, son, instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student. I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn: UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE. Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read this and learn how to LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS - NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE.

If you think this story has touched you in any way, please send this to everyone you know. There is an Angel sent to watch over you. In order for her to work, you must pass this on to the people you want watched over.

An Angel wrote: Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart. To handle yourself, use your head. To handle others, use your heart. God Gives every bird it's food, but He does not throw it into its nest.

Domestic Violence Awareness Month

Unheard Cries

I dream tonight a dream of my screams

Someone is there but I can not see
I sense them but, who could it be
Is it him again
Will he kill me

I dream of the bruises
I dream of the blood
I dream of the sorrow that is misunderstood

I feel someone touch me
I come up to swing realize in an instant that it is not he

I dream of the bruises, the black eyes, and my unheard cries

Is this a dream or is it my reality?

I wrote this poem after a very explosive relationship that resulted in my 5 year old son being born almost a full two months early and myself being put into a medicated coma.

At the time I thought I was doing the right thing by staying in this relationship. I thought he would change if I loved him enough, I couldn't of been more wrong.

I was called a bitch, cunt, whore and slut on a regular basis. The first time he hit me was when I was 4 months pregnant and that was for not putting enough seasoning in his red beans and rice. The last time he hit me was on June 7, 2003. I walked out of the hospital with my son on December 13, 2003 headed for a battered women's shelter across state lines because of the fear that he would finish what he started and there is no doubt in my mind that he would or could manage it.

I know many people heard when he was beating me.

I know many people seen the bruises that I tried to disguise with make-up.

I also now know that I am paying the price for this relationship. I have post traumatic stress disorder, tempro-mandibular joint disorder, night terrors, and a fear of sleeping in the dark.

Many women that have been in an abusive relationship suffer with their lives, I was lucky I got out with a son and my life.

My advice be aware.

Know the signs.

Know that there is help.

1-800-799-SAFE (7233)

1-800-787-3224 (TTY)