Rant’s Raves and BLOCKS!

I am writing this blog as a rant and rave about Blocking and Listing these are my concerns & suggestions as follows;

We’ve all found it necessary to block someone and at least in my view block means I don’t want to see them, and I don’t want them to see me. Recently I’ve been Re-tweeted amongst people I really don’t want to see. Nor do I want them seeing me.

With the advent of lists and the present Re-Tweet system involving lot’s of names. It is very easy for someone you’ve blocked to still read your entire stream.

There are many concerns, involving security/Privacy breaches. One of the many concerns I have is that I have had many underage (that's if they are even underage followers some people have avatar BABY PHOTO's, How do you really know!?) followers that follow celebrities request to follow me. Also many followers with out photographs who are very private about who they are request to follow me as well. I have blocked these underage and suspicious followers but my greatest concern is my tweets can still be seen by the youth/suspicious followers via lists.

All that would need to be done is if they try find who’s lists that I appear on and follow those lists. The only protection against this is to lock my account which in my opinion negates being on twitter at all.

 There are private lists, which an individual person cannot see. But the public lists are available to all. And listed in the front under the number of followers you are following. That’s why most of my lists are set to private. Unless the followers are Social media guru’s who don’t mind being seen or contacted by anyone.

So if you block anyone make sure that you also remove them so they aren’t on any of your lists!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  And that doesn’t really do any good because even if they are blocked they can still follow one of your lists. They can also perform searches through the search engine that brings up their tweets. They can just go to your main page, even if they are blocked.

I’ve had security concerns since day one that the lists came out in beta. Because, we had a preditor on twitter sometime back. When blocked, such an individual can follow a list of “Friends” and read everyone’s time lines.

So my final analysis is that blocking is ineffective! Boy am I annoyed by seeing my name especially when im Re- tweeted by someone I blocked! Or mentioned in another person’s tweet with the same person ie., followfriday’s or any other lists of random names. What can we do about this?

I don’t need this and neither do you what are your thoughts about how we could possibly have this changed.

Sincerely,

Sarah Saldana

What Does Integrity Mean to Me?

Integrity, what does it mean to me? I could tell you right off the bat what it doesn’t mean. But Integrity is so hard to find even in the encyclopedia these days because the word alone defines so much within itself.




It is not only defined by an honest person, and someone who stands up for their morals, But our Country has lived a lifetime of striving to live up to the word Integrity, How many years have our president’s mention the word. We (Society) define Integrity by our character and good judgement. That means a person who has Integrity is someone who doesn’t lie, steal, cheat, rob, or murder, neglect responsibilities, abuse children, or abuse their spouse, etc. You get the idea.




On other hand a person who lives their life abundantly, and with Courage and Honor knows exactly what Integrity is, Devoting, their lives to their Country let alone their family/Husbands/or wives. They are not just Service Men & Women. But individuals who have high standards, morals and the “will” to live their life dedicated to being something More! Always striving for the best someone dressed professionally, And someone willing to help others in dire need.




Integrity, I walk down the street and I think to myself, am I living a life of Integrity? Do people look at me and say I want to be like her? That’s the question we should all ask ourselves. Is that person living the way I want my world shaped? How do we want to be remembered when we die? Are the people around you encouraged by you or tired of hearing your nagging dreadful stories of she did this he did that and life isn’t just worth living anymore and woe is me. WAHHH, crying like a ninny. “Get it together”!




Do they look at me and wonder why in the world is she, wearing those blue orange sox with that purple outfit. What defines Integrity in our dress code? Form our clothes to our customs and wearing uniforms at work and uniforms at home. What I mean by wearing uniforms at home, is that we define ourselves by what we wear alone. Women for years have put aprons on and that alone signifies that they are going to cook. Now men are cooking and we’ve come along way from discrimination. We brand ourselves with logos and name tags, from Gang affiliated monikers to just plain social reform.




Integrity??? Again- From wearing hoop-earings and saying “what’s up my brotha!” To “Hello, How may I help you!” When was the last time you helped someone else? Integrity?! – In our communication. Are you speaking with Integrity tall and honest and able to look into someone’s eyes and know that you can speak freely without doubt that this person knows you’re an honest person? This is how I define Integrity… So when I look at someone you know what I am looking for. In business and in everyday social gatherings amongst friends. Who is going to understand and encourage and enlighten my life with positive words. Verses who will not be in my life and what can I do for those that have been good to me. It is necessary to take care of yourself first. But it is also necessary to heed the feelings of others. What are you bringing to the table, at work and in friendships and in relationships? Something I’ve been thinking about for some time now. And this is how I Define Integrity.




• It’s the men and woman who bravely wear the uniform of the US military and are ready and willing to fight, and even die, for America.




• It’s the mother and father that put their children to bed at night with a bed time story.




• It’s the Police Officer who dedicates his time to the community and ignores that his birthday just passed and is unable to celebrate it with his family.




• It’s the Gardeners who wake up everyday to be on time to do their job to make your property look nice.




• It’s your children and their innocence.
It’s you! YOU ALONE and everything about you is and can be about Integrity. How will you decide to live your life in 2010

Happy Thanksgiving

So I didn't want to wake up early this morning i was dreading it. I had been cleaning the house all week long. And taking care of grandma and she's been pretty demanding lately. But I did, i forced myself out of bed.. And boy is it a good thing i did. My mother had invited a family to have dinner with us this thanksgiving. And not only did she soften her heart to allowing my Step-father come and have dinner with us also. Since he had been up to his usual old self lately. As you already know yesterday i spent a big part of the day preparing for today chopping and making sure things were ready for cooking. We'll my mother woke me up with a yell asking me to help her get the turkey pans out and then from that moment on it was one thing after another because she was tired already lol.

So from that point she had stuffed the turkey's and put them in the oven. Then my mother and sister went to the store to get extra things. So while they were gone i washed all the dishes my mother dirtied and put the other dishes in the dish washer away and then i rinsed the potatoes and put them to boil for mashed tatoes.

• I thank God that I'm alive! 

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Then i got a call from my Step-father saying he was around the block and that he was going to bring some pies.. and drop them off and i said well come in and he brought them in and he said he was going to visit his two brothers and he had brought his dog which i had given him years ago the dog looked healthy. I had named the dog freddie but my step-father changed his name to Sparky and well he taught him a few tricks he was showing me it was pretty funny. My sister and mother drove up at that time from the store and then my sister and my Step-dad spent some time alone talking you know how fathers and daughters do.. I think it's good for my sister that her father is in her life. But at the same time with that token it bother's me to see him talk down to her because she's pregnant or make her cry because of it.

I also feel kinda sad that i don't have that you know but that's alright I guess i do have a father when you really think about it. "God" He's been my father. A spiritual father. Moving on.. after I did the potatoes and my step-father left and was on his way back the family showed up. They took a taxi to our house it was so cute they were all excited to come to our house it was a nice feeling sharing this thanksgiving with them they are "Family".

I like having the kids help me prepare the meals. They like helping me too! It's funny I was baking a cake and baking the turkey's and making potatoes and heating the corn and the string beans and i even defrosted and heated the gravy it was frozen! The kids names are Richi, Sean, and Gus. Well richi is the youngest and has really long hair and gets teased sometimes because they say he looks like a girl. Gus had long hair before and used to get teased by his teacher so he cut his hair and wanted to donate it to the cancer society but he was told that the only play to do that was in NY and his father didn't know how to go about it. He told me that story tonight.

Everyone was watching t.v. while i was preparing the dinner and mom was taking a shower and getting ready and sister was doing her hair. and then mom took Gus to go pick up the tables and chairs we borrowed from the office so everyone would have a place to sit. And Sean well he was counting to a hundred over and over again while he was beating the cake mix. lololol he had me laughing so hard he loves helping me. Here Sean is my little helper holding the baby - Mochi! 

Well my Step-father showed up after awhile and we all fixed the tables and the fixings and we said a prayer and sat down to eat. I even made mac & Cheese that's richi's favorite i figured since the kids don't usually like vegi's they might like mac and cheeze! and they did when i told them it was ready little Richi said thats our call lol it was too funny! and the kids and the family made our thanksgiving a real homely feel at home. since our real family isn't much of a family. This family made our night. Sure they have some problems these kids almost lost their father he is sick. I don't want to spill the whole deal on a blog it's their business. but i only mention it so you could keep this family in your prayers!

After our thanks giving dinner we had some desert and then we all sat around and talked and had fun and the kids played with the dogs. and then we all decided to go see the christmas carol it was really good! My step-father wanted to take the kids out to see a movie i guess the whole festive and holiday feeling got to him and for some reason he wanted to do something nice. that made the evening for the kids, and I when we went into the theatre we seen the chipmunks stand and i had the kids stand by it and i took their picture it was kinda cute.. here they are below.. we seen the movie and then after the movie we went to get some hot chocolate and then we came home and my sister took the kids back home and i am now home and going to rest after a long day! i hope you enjoyed the fun! I am thankful for all of you that have made life worth living! Thank you! 

THE GREATEST THING IN THE WORLD IS FAMILY.... BUT WHAT IS FAMILY WITHOUT LOVE.. 

DON'T WAIT UNTIL THE LAST MIN. TO TELL SOMEONE YOU LOVE THEM! DON'T SIT THERE SAYING TO YOURSELF I WISH I HAD DONE THIS OR I WISH I HAD DONE THAT.. 

THE GIFTS OF LIFE, LOVE HOPE, PEACE, UNITY, LOYALTY.. - QUALITY FRIENDSHIPS! 

To my future Husband-Love Letter 4

Dearest Love,

As the day breaks through the curtains of my bedroom the sun shines upon my face and warms my soul with thoughts of you. Your caresses, kisses and touch are a lingering power over me.

Not only am I not sad, but I am deeply happy and secure with every tender memory of you since you’ve left. Are you sure that you shall love me forever? Because I lie awake after we’ve talked the greatest part of the night thinking of you.

There was a time when the ending of your letters were like your arms clasping me to your heart.
Those letters have taken all the real pain out of my life. You’re, loving sympathy calms my moods of despondency. And not only strengthens me but makes me want to become a better woman.

You have given meaning to my life by not only sharing your ambitions and goals but by an assurance of understanding of my life. Things have become much simpler with you by my side ardently devoted to me and my cause. You’re understanding of my thoughts and aim’s make me feel that I can epitomize the power I possess. You have brought nothing but happiness and sunshine to my days, and have brightened my outlook of life which was growing stale and morbid.

I am nearly crazy about you as much as one could be crazy. I can no longer think of anything but you. Your amorous caresses take possession of me. Distance does not matter because the supply is never ceasing.

Sincerely,
Your wild but really affectionate Wife.
Sarah Saldana

MY STORY- MY LIFE

MY STORY - MY LIFE
In a different light!
THIS BLOG WAS INSPIRED BY:










“You never know when your thoughts, passions and things that you do everyday can hopefully change someone’s life.” @BethFrysztak

“PRECIOUS”

The most riveting movie I have seen in my whole life! A movie that was inspired by empowering women and Artists! Mariah Carey, Monique aka (Mother Love) played the most amazing roles in a woman’s life. How phenomenal it was to see this movie on screen the actuality of what a woman goes through when she’s been abused mentally and physically and raped by both her parents.

I’ve not only witnessed this type of abuse but I have SURVIVED it!

I’m not telling this story to gain recognition or a pat on the back but because I am voicing and speaking up so that other women will have the same courage to do! Don’t shut me out! Don’t shut me up! Don’t tell your story Don’t say a word it could ruin your whole life.. .. yeah, so they tell me.. Fuck that!

I am a SURVIVOR!... and this is my story, I survived many adversities in my life you don’t know me but by the time you finish reading this you will. I had plans to write a book for myself to finish it as an accomplishment and I will. But this is just a tid-bit of the things that I have endured throughout my life.

My Step father and I went to see a movie today we talked about twitter and the social media. He had no clue what I was talking about and he’s a technician. He works with the main source of all networks the telephone line, cable and installing the network system and didn’t know much about twitter. I broke it down to him on the way to see the movie. This is the same man that I witnessed abuse my mother. Kick her on her side when she was down and pregnant. Do karate on her and hit her until she was almost dead passed out on the bed and broke her jaw. My mother went back to him once and he abused her again throwing things everywhere. I endured a lot of the yelling and aftermath as a young child. I was traumatized by this at a young age.

I won’t go into grave details about it, but during that time we moved from one place to another and my mother couldn’t take me with her the truck was full of belongings and no room for me. I was approximately 3 – 4 years old. She left me with my best friend at the time who was a 13 year old Spanish boy and his parents. I was to play outside until my mother came back to get me. The Spanish boy ended up molesting me and I had kept shut about it.

Later in my early 20’s I was graduating from high school and aside from being picked on and my step-father telling me I wasn’t really his daughter when believing the whole time that I was. It was hard to hear at first and when I confronted my mother about she explained to me that she had been raped and that is how I was born. I endured during that time the emotional and mental abuse of her stating that I looked like this rapist or that I had some of the same characteristics. I learned things at an early age that forced me to grow up fast.



Something my mother didn’t teach me something I learned on my own. I graduated at that point from high school. My first job was working in a high school as a secretary for an assistant principal and a second job in the evening as a secretary for a law firm.

I won’t name names, but the lawyer’s son thought it would be nice to sexually harass me. I didn’t file anything then because my good old friend whom I trusted told me not to say anything it would ruin my life and this trusted friend was an off duty officer. Yeah, someone you’re supposed to trust. Again shut up! Don’t speak!

So I continued to work there with the struggles. I quit this job but not before telling his wife what her son was doing my boss couldn’t talk to me straight without grabbing his crotch it felt uncomfortable. Believe it or not the man lost his business because he did drugs and he also lost his mind.

They say the best revenge is doing better for your-self! So I continued to work at the high school and I met and talked to and went out with a paralegal. Time went by he had two children and I would spend Christmas and holiday’s with him until I was sodimized. This was something new to me and I couldn’t sit down it hurt so bad. I literally heard my skin tearing. I checked and I was bleeding I went home I walked right passed my mom and she said am I ok. I said yes I went into the restroom and I cried. I took a shower. From that moment on I didn’t say a word. I just felt like I had to get away that it was too much to handle.

So, I got on the computer I met a person who I thought was in a wheel chair mute and dying. I thought he was a Christian man who I shared gospel music with and scriptures from the bible and stories. I believed I had found a friend finally someone honest, someone loyal and someone I could talk to who didn’t judge me for the things that I had been through.

The abuse continued my step father didn’t live with us at the time but my mother and my grandmother did. I was attending college. I was taking sociology and psychology and humanities and history. I had all the great courses and awesome teachers. I started to withdraw and gave up school and learned about the computer and graphic designing spending every waking moment and dedicating my time to being on the computer to talk to this guy who was dying and who was mute and who had been confirmed by his other family members about who he was.

During this time, I moved to San Diego I had my own place I had a roommate who didn’t room with me but paid her rent so it was like I was living in my own house. I had three jobs I was holding down. I worked at two 7-11’s and at Marshall’s in La Jolla. I would take the bus back and forth and come home about 1 a.m. sleep for a few hours and up and go to work the next day.

I had moved back to help my mother yet again take care of my grandmother because no one other than my mother or my sister and myself helped take care of my grandmother not even her son or her other daughter. Who still to this day do not help but are the first ones to run to money! And the funny thing about that is grandma doesn’t even have any money! LOL

Still, continuing my friendship with this guy and his family. I went through so much I still felt like I had to get away take a break from taking care of grandma see I’ve taken care of her most of my life since I was 13. But I couldn’t take it no more I up and left I got a ticket to head out before I decided that I had told my mother if she had hit me ever again I would leave and not come back. I was still in my early 20’s and she socked me in the middle of my back and I had lost wind. I couldn’t breathe I stayed calm and I waited until the next day and I booked a flight to leave. I sang my favorite song .. “I’m leaving .. on a jet plane don’t know when ill be back again” so it’s no longer my mothers favorite tune.

And I did just that but I did have intentions on coming back I had a round trip ticket to come back home. Things didn’t happen that way. I got out to the place I was going too to see my friend whom I had been conversing with.

Other things happened along the way but eventually he sent his aunt to meet me and pick me up. Well that’s when it all happened. I met a 50 year old woman who held me at gun point forced and threatened me to take a drug which made me fall asleep. When I was asleep for a brief moment in a daze I looked up and passed out. And for an instant I, seen her taking advantage of me. This woman was sick she had a multiple personality disorder she suffered from bipolar and she had panic attacks and she was on every medication you could think of. She carried with her a bag of over the counter pills. She had six kids who had kids who all dealt drugs. And her husband was an alcoholic. Before I left I hadn’t any clue about prescription drugs or guns but now I can name them off like nothing.

In her bag she had Percocet, Ambian, Vicodine, Demerol, and the only guns I could remember she had there were duffle bags filled with them. But she had a Glock, a 45 Rugur, a double Dillinger and a sniper gun or riffle. I had more than one reason to fear this woman so I stayed calm I figured if I had showed fear I would be dead. I told myself to act rational. The one thing I did that you might not agree with is when she sat near me and told me she had to tell me something and explained to me that for approximately 9 years she was the man that I had been talking too.

After the first initial incident my flight had been expired to come back home and I was stuck or felt stuck and threatened. The woman messed with my mind so much that she went as far as to tell me that she knew my biological father and that she was a police officer. She had a badge and it wasn’t hers but I didn’t know whose it was. And this is how I met my friend that had cancer that’s another story all together.

I’ll end on this note I’m not going to keep writing about sad depressing stories in my life and things that have happened to me but I want you to know it is important to speak up! It is important to voice an opinion! And it’s important to be the woman you believe you ought to be!

Stand up for yourself! Don’t let them shut you up! SPEAK UP! And remember you’re not alone!


This is just a taste of my life, there is more and a lot of good amongst the bad. I have lived a resilient life and I have bounced back from these adversities and so can you! BE A SURVIVOR! DON’T KEEP QUIET! SPEAK YOUR MIND! AND GET IT OUT!

I also believe in giving back! If you don’t take anything from this at least you have taken a small bit of caution! KEEP THE INTERNET SAFE! If someone’s harassing you or bothering you remember to contact your local Police Department!


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REFLECTIONS OF HOPE!

REFLECTIONS OF HOPE





How many times have you wanted to just turn to someone to talk to? Someone Supportive? Someone who understands exactly what you’re talking about? This is what Reflections of Time is going to do for you.


I am in the process of developing a program called Reflections of HOPE. Because when we care for someone, when we take the time to feed, bathe, clothe, etc., someone else. We take on a responsibility far more delicate than most.


What Reflections of HOPE is going to provide for you is a support group not just within our own community. But I was hoping that with strong followers and friends we could branch out and become a huge stream of supporters for each-other!


I am going to look at this as a goal my goal is to help, inform, and guide you. During the difficult time caring for your friend, family member, or pt. Doctors, Nurses, Students, and Interns are welcome to join in on the fun and educate your providers because sooner or later you will be a senior and need the same support or help!


Prepare yourself now! Look no further! let’s do this together let all PROVIDER’S unite! Voice our opinions voice or stregnth’s and our weaknesses! Let’s learn from eac-hother!


I will be providing you with some links and updates but the comment area of this blog is for you! So you can join in on the fun and share stories! I will be further looking into a way we could do some background check’s for those that need assistance from other members that are looking for a job or training. It is not official yet and it is a plan in process but if you agree with my idea, goal please comment and let me know what you’re thinking!


Home Care isn’t just for Senior citizens its open to disabled children, and men and women that just can’t do for themselves anymore. This site is not just about us but the happier we are when we are able to help and talk to each-other the happier our client, patient, friend, family member will be. Because if you haven’t figured it out yet when you’re positive about life your pt. will be positive about living! Because that’s what your promoting when you care for someone else your promoting life!


I WOULD LIKE TO MENTION @KBRTradio a radio station that has inspired me from day one! With #TFTH! Talk From The Heart! You can call and talk to Rich Buhler he’s a great radio host with a great staff willing to listen! Grandma has called and talked to Rich and I have called and I have read Rich Buhler’s book. I’ll mention that later in my blogs as I have mentioned it before! I will post a website and number if I get the ok from Tim to post. Also follow Rich’s staff members @myfoxmystere an awesome friend and supporter! I love it! Thanks to my favorite radio station with Heart!


Here are some links for you to review; if there are any links that you would like to provide please email me at JustSweetAngel@aol.com with the subject line of REFLECTIONS OF HOPE so that I know you are from this blog and you want me to read what you have to say or post a link that you would like posted thank you!


ELDERLY CARE INFORMATION
http://www.american-swiss.com/index.htm?type=search&keyword=home%20care%20provider&adid=2203439678&placement=&gclid=CMipiK7EgZ4CFR4HagodHzQ2qA



Supporting providers of in-home care: the needs of families with relatives who are disabled
http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_m0825/is_n1_v59/ai_13839752/


Senior and Disability Services
http://homecarechoices.org/adultfh1.htm



Choosing Care for a Child with Special Needs
http://www.connectforkids.org/node/5339


Husbands and Wives as Caregivers
Dual Roles of Spouse & Caregiver Can Damage a Relationship
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/146272/how_to_care_for_a_sick_wife.THIS IS A GREAT SITE! OFFERING VALID INFORMATION TO FOLLOW!

The Decision to Use a Caregiver

Some people don't like strangers coming into the home, but a competent caregiver can easily fit into the household routine, making life easier for the couple. Still unsure? Consider these points that may help both the caregiver spouse and partner.
Honestly evaluate the magnitude of the situation. One must consider more than just the daily needs of the sick or injured person. There may be a loss of income while the sick or injured spouse is not working. There may be sudden changes in lifestyle. The well spouse may have to adjust his or her own employment schedule or take time off from work. Younger family members still need attention, too.

Realize that one person cannot possibly do it all. When injury or illness strikes, it is often the well spouse or significant other who insists on being there – driven by marital duty and loyalty – to care for the other person. But no matter how efficient, energetic, or organized the well spouse may be, no one person can reasonably or sufficiently manage everything.


Recognize that pushing beyond reasonable limits can lead to burnout and resentment. Never underestimate the size of a caregiver's job. Whether actively or passively involved, even simple duties demand time and energy.

Know that paying attention to one's own needs is imperative. Caregiver spouses who allow no time for self-indulgence, and who do not properly maintain their own care, risk burnout or becoming ill. Depression, isolation, and resentment are signs of burnout. Overeating, alcohol abuse, bouts of anger, and inattention to appearance, are just a few of the danger signals that an overworked spouse may need help.

Expect a romantic relationship to suffer without help. When one spouse is overburdened, and the partner feels powerless to help, problems with sex and intimacy in the relationship are almost certain to develop. Furthermore, the perception of traditional roles of husband and wife change when one spouse sustains a devastating injury or is suddenly diagnosed with a long-term illness.

Accept that dignity and self-esteem play a vital part when a spouse is chronically sick or injured. When it comes to personal hygiene care, some husbands and wives are just not comfortable accepting help from the well spouse. Help can come from an agency caregiver, a volunteer, or from a personal care attendant (PCA).

Dual roles of spouse and caregiver may not seem difficult at first. However, the daily demands of caring for another person, obligations to family, staying employed, and routine of endless chores, soon become overwhelming for the well spouse. Increased worry, anxiety, and stress are unhealthy for any relationship, no matter how strong the couple may be.

Know when to hire a caregiver. It makes sense to get help before a crisis situation leads to resentment and depression for the well spouse. Once a couple realizes the advantages, seeking help from a qualified caregiver seems like a logical and very wise choice.

How to Care for a Sick Wife
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/146272/how_to_care_for_a_sick_wife.html

Children caring for sick and disabled parents ‘risk lasting problems as adults’
http://www.jrf.org.uk/media-centre/children-caring-sick-and-disabled-parents-%E2%80%98risk-lasting-problems-adults%E2%80%99

My Sister My Pride & Joy

My baby sister, It all started when I was in elementary school. My mother would come and take me my skates so i could skate home. It was funny because she was sick the couple of days before. My mother looked at me while she held my hand and I eager to put my skates on looked up at her and she leaned in and said I have a suprise for you. I didn't know much but when i was younger i cant even recall exactly how old i was but somewhere between 5 - 6 years old maybe younger.. I don't remember. But i looked her in her eyes and i said I'm having a baby sister! Her response was what?! How did you know? I said because I prayed for a baby sister, to have someone to play with.


She wen't on and told me how wonderful it would be to have a sister, then added she could have all my toys when i grow up and don't need them anymore! OMG! what a disaster that was I was like take it back! I wan't a brother! She laughed and I was happy after she had my baby sister.


Now, durring the many years of growing up I have had the wonderful exciting experience of watching my baby sister become a woman. And now she is going to be a mother. How do i explain to you the feelings, emotions, and thought's that I have about how excited I am to become an auntie. I want to be a good auntie, but i have a feeling i might spoil the child rotten!





Growing up having a sister was fun, the younger rug rat, that terrorized my bedroom with claydoh! Crayons and writing on the walls, and learning to go to the restroom. I would tell my baby sister come smell my feet tell me if they smell good and give her a quarter lol. I even charged her for a hug. HAHAHAHA Good times!


We both went through the bad hair stage my mother would take us to the beauty school to get our hair cut because it was cheaper that way. I ended up wearing beanies to school! lolol My mother was amazing I recall a moment just before my sister was born, a very happy moment for me.. My mother was flirting with this man in the liquor store and she was divorced or seperated at the time.. and my mom gave me a 20$ bill to go get milk and bread from the store and nothing else. I ended up coming back with this small puppy that jumped and barked for my unborn baby sister. I don't think mom will ever let me live that down buying a 20$ toy for my unborn sister. Instead of buying us milk and bread, yeah i learned young what to do with money lol.





Sister's are special and if you have one all i'm saying is enjoy them while you can. Enjoy the moment's you have watching them grow up. Sooner or later they're married, and having children and growing old. Then you find yourself comparing who's boobs are bigger lol and who's are going to touch the ground first! LOL


Sisters
© ANGELICA MACHADO
God sent us to be sisters
So we can be best of friends
To be there for one another
Even when there is pain
I thank the lord for sending my sisters to me
For whom i truly love and care
We shared so many things together
Like laughter and some scares
It’s funny how we sometimes argue
I guess its normal, in this world
But, having you as my sister
Means more to me, more than you'll ever know
I wouldn’t trade you for anything
I will never let go
As our friendship continues to grow
So will my love for you
Just always remember you can talk to me
I'll be the best friend you ever knew
Sisters by ANGELICA MACHADO @FamilyFriendPoems

Online Social Networks Make Us More Social

Reported by: Evan Michael
Email: evanm@kpsplocal2.com
Last Update: 11/06 11:17 pm

It seems just about everyone these days is trying to be more social...online.

With the rise in popularity of Facebook and Twitter, many wonder, are these social networks causing us to be less social in the "real" world?


A new study from the Pew Internet and American Life Project debunks earlier thinking that technology causes people to hole up at home and avoid real world social interactions.

It turns out, those who regularly use digital technologies are more social.

The study also found people who share photos online are more likely to discuss important matters with someone of another political party. Also, frequent internet users are much more likely to confide in someone who is of another race, as well as belong to a local volunteer organization or charitable organization.





Re: Online Social Networks Make Us More Social

I'd like to be the first to comment on this article and what it has done for me and my life. First off ill start by thanking my good friend @PaulBritPhoto for introducing me to this information.

A great friend whom has gone above and beyond in introducing me to some really great followers/Supporters on twitter. @PaulBritPhoto, Professional Photographer not only uses twitter to make contacts with Realters to photograph houses and that helps his job.

Paul goes above and beyond by helping his followers with their Avatar's and with information about how to better use twitter where it is efficient enough to run a business.

Amongst many other Social Media Pro's @Paulbritphoto doesn't just retweet his link about his business no he takes times out of his life to talk and engage in conversation and tweet songs for those that request their favorite tune.

Paul has also introduced me to many followers and has guided me on twitter. He's the Jedi of Twitter! Paul is one of many great followers and leaders amongst twitter that have encouraged and supported me through some difficult times.

A few other mentions before i conclude this blog..@AndyCrash and @TommyTrc the comedians of twitter, and @BilleBaty sends out encouraging quotes. these people have encouraged me to stay strong and to continue to live my life resiliently!

But this comment isn't just about who's who on twitter or what's what.. the thing is Twitter is a Social Marketing tool and in order for it to run properly you have to be on it constantly updating information and enaging in conversation for it to work for you.

If your problem or issue is staying home and not getting out thats one thing. We (The people) decide what we do with our lives we can not blame it on twitter or facebook or even myspace!

It is our decision! For myself i do stay home and Twitter has been a tool for me i had a mild heart attack and had passed out from dehydration and was laid off from my job not just because of these reasons but because of the economy. I was devistated to leave the police department. It was my source of income and my second home away from home.

Now, my grandmother took a turn for the worst and she now needs 24 hour care. I take care of her and do my twitter to keep social so that my mind is constantly working. I do my best to keep busy, for others that can leave the house its easy to do twitter is everywhere! Library's, Starbucks,any kinko's coffee house's, Internet/computer hangouts etc.

Now if your like @ChrisVoss who uses a twitter feed to twitt his links out occasionally but still interacts thats the way to accomidate your followers and that is Social Networking!

I believe that Twitter has created a great awareness for our community in and off the computer! I could keep going but ill stop here for now.. this is how i feel that twitter has helped Empower my life!

To My Future Husband Letter 3

Dear Love;

You possess a certain persuasiveness about you. I've been drawn back to respond to your letter a thousand times, with each time becoming relentlessly entranced by your honesty.

I've grasped your letter the miniut It touched my fingertips and clutched it to my breast. I've been charmed by your savy ways, and many times my mind led astray... I ask of God's forgiveness for allowing such intoxicating thoughts to tempt me.

But I write you not of lust but of love a love so dear that only the imagination could sketch such images.
My heart beats thunderstorms everynight throughout my body. And in that instant I realize I've been broken.

I've fallen completely in love with you. All that you are and all that I am when I am with you. Everything you do terrifies me. For days I've been asking myself if the moment has finally come and is it real.

When I'm away from you I want to hear about your day, How is work? Do you think of me often.

I've been beckoned to bed my body feels almost faint as I write you this letter...I will leave you with this as I rest my head on my pillow, I will hold close your letter and smell your cologn as if you were with me all along.

Your words pressed against me have become throbbing pulses, and your smile has imprinted itself in my dreams.

Good night my love - I love you....

To my future husband Love Letter -Two

Dear love,

It's been forever since I've heard from you. Not a single word of your well being. It's been cold and distant without you. We have been thus far seperated by miles. As I lay still in the night watching romantic movies and wonder on days of the past. Where you and I would sit amongst the poppy fields, everything seemed animated as we laughed at eachothers laugh.

No more kisses or tender caresses I've waited oh so long. I could almost hear you declarying your professed words of undying love. I wondered if you meant them. Your distinctive scent lingers upon my bewildered heart. I could almost see the taste of your kisses so haunting.

As I write these intimate letters to you. One could hope that someday you'll receive them and in return I pray that you will write back.

I could only hope that you realize that in this dire need of passion that it's you that I turn to.

In closing im all together embraced and sustained by the thought of knowing your love.

"The Prostitute's Dream of Living Large"

The faithful whore indeed.
A foul decaying body, fiending,
Huge brown eyes, with a stench so raw
Layers of yellow tar on her skin,
blood scars underneath the nail beds,
A taste of nicotine, profound
to the touch of fingertips.

Oh' Sally Sticksler, the prostitute on
St. Peter's Street. A beautiful lady
whose dreams were lost
in the storm.

Beaten, bruised, almost dead,
no one cares where
she laid her head.

Yo' Miss Sally Twenty-Dollar tricks for a fix.
Buy you a house to live in,
but twenty dollars you have to give.

Feed and Supply your needs,
"Now! Whore! Get on your Knees!"

Commen't-allez Vous, Madam, a diverse clientele.
Night falls as the moon
lights up the dark. The cold
breeze warms her body, a tinglin'
of crippling hands. Breaking her back
making the dough. Closes her
eyes, she's flying high.

Elizabeth, looks at me
with regret and tears.
I'm sorry Elizabeth
for the lies. Of living
high and spendin' big, livin'
under the bright lights.

Mr. Dawson's night club alley way,
a trafficking joint, I'm alright,
I'm on high ground now, closer
to death than I've been before.

Body sprawled upon the ground,
covered in beer and piss
from the trash and the night before.

Livin' under the big bright
lights I didn't lie.

Vous-lez Vous Cliche' Avec Moi Achez-sois?

Ding-Dong
the bell
has rung,
Ding-Dong
It calls to me.

Scouring to get up,
fill this beautiful lady's cup.
The church near by rings
its bells and hears my cries.

The Beautiful lady's raging storms through life.

Weeping Willow Tree

Weeping willow tree come dance
with me. Hear earth's cries,
a symphony. Dashing through the storms.

Weeping Willow tree marks its day
through summers glow, with leaves of golden
brown, orange and of red, hither to the ground.

Weeping Willow tree come dance
with me, singing bird songs
of whistling sounds of beauty on high.

Weeping Willow tree don't you cry.

Blissful thoughts.. of a RockStar's Edge!

I picture it like this.. your life.. my inspiration

Round the bend of to and fro
well go together to see a show
another day of counting crows
singing songs, lets rock and roll

droping beats so fresh and fast
living on two hours rest, make it last
Burning eyes and relentless nights
waking up to flashing lights

singing songs of oh' american pride
Lingering hang overs, lost lyrics
lovely women out of reach
taking in breath's large and deep

triggered memories of stage fright
stoping to have a drink, see a bar fight
on the road long and wide
drifters as we pass them by

Lonely nights of endless dreams
empty pockets and no other means
bleeding hearts and american styles
adoring groups of crying fans, come miles

Blister'd days of tireless stands
braided hair and some lost strands
blinking lights and loud crash sounds
amplifiers booming pesky pounds
the smell of whisky and of whine
yo' brother that cups mine

smoke filled air of weed and ciggs
off we go to another gig
eating fried chicken again and again
different town different friends
salads yuck! some soggy some not so fresh
different salads i love ceasar best

sometimes sneaking in chilli cheeze fries
putting extra pounds on my thighs
and texas hot dogs, tummy aches
where's the bathroom? there's the lake.
onion rings and sticky fingers
oh the smells of gas and food lingers.

this is my take of your tour
one to three im ready for round four!
take that ride and survive this trip
another grasp another grip.
hold on tight its gonna be a long fight
now's the time where i say goodnight.

The SunSets In Your Eyes

My Dearest Love,


neither words.. nor sounds.. nor music can express such elaberated feelings...that overwhelm my body with thoughts of you..


It isn't the way the soap carresses my hands as i wash them ..
it isn't the softness of a kiss.. but dare.. i say it is like the warmness of the sun as it sets in your eyes and beats on my skin.. as your heart beats in tune with my passions.


The emotions overtake my mind.. and with every dream .. like an artist that paints her picture I paint with each stoke of thought...


So when I dream.. I dream of you..


The darkeness is usually cold when you are away..
but the thoughts of you keep me warm when you stay


If It is written in the stars.. that we are destined to be
then my dream is bound to become reality.


My blood tingles to the sweet melody of the wavs of the air that you breathe out. Like flowers it is the erotic fragrance that entrapts me and brings me back when i am lost.


So when i dream .. I dream of you..


If it is said that I am your angel then so it shall be known that you are my wings that I depend on to fly.


If you are one for knowledge of what the heart tells you then my heart is longing to be..your sanctification.


Like the forbidden fruit.. Let me be your tempter..
As it is my hearts desire to shamlessly take all your purifications.


so when I dream .. I dream of you..


I want my joy.. I want my heart.. I want my love I want my baby...
In this i want you and all of you and as i take that bite.. of long lusting thirst I sleep in fullness.. from the drains of my
of my ever overflowing chills embraced by you.


so when i dream .. i dream of you.


I love you.

Rags to Riches -Grandma's Story

“RAGS TO RICHES”
Grandma’s Story
5-25-90

“This is a true life story of my Grandma that she wrote
when she was younger”


Your probably wondering why this title you will know as I go on, with the story of my life. My life was not a pretty life, it was sad and of suffering. When I was born in 1934, I was born with a skin disease called Exyma from my head to my toes. I was one big scab. My father always took care of me. My father was the one who took me to the general hospital wrapped in a sheet, so people would not look at me because I looked terrible. But I remember one day when I was 9 years old, I woke to my mothers crying while I slept my father had been rushed to the hospital where he died. I was so hurt cause he had left me and I had 5 brothers and 2 sisters, that didn’t want to be around me because of my skin. So I grew up Isolated. When I was 13 years old a doctor took interest in me and put me in the hospital and started giving me treatments at 15 I had brand new skin, Long hair down to my knees. But I still felt hurt and angry, but at God more than anyone, when I turned 18 years old I was engaged to be married, my boyfriend was in the paratroopers then, he was in anchorage Alaska, one month before he was to come home so we could marry, he and 3 others drowned in his jeep. Again I felt that hurt and I was really angry at God. So at that time all my friends had gotten married so I married a friend of my brothers. Only to be beaten and left pregnant every time he went to jail. I had 2 girls 4 years old and 2 years old and I was 8 months pregnant when my husband was sent to prison for life I was happy for this. But once again when I gave birth to my son they found cancer I was so angry, I had never prayed or read a bible. But I prayed as well as I knew how, and I told God to forgive me for being so angry at him for taking my father and for all that was happening to me in life. I had only 6 months to live when this happened then I prayed. All of a sudden a couple of days later I felt different I felt free but I didn’t feel sick anymore. I went for a physical and no more trace of cancer. Why Rag’s to Riches? I was 30 years old when I got healed. My life is so different sine I took jesus as my savior.
He is my best friend he is the one only, who took the raggity way that I felt and gave me riches. By riches I mean I feel good about myself, I know that I have a lot to offer others, I don’t put people down I help lift them up.
Another good thing that’s new in my life is Chavez & Associates. Mr. Magnus, you have helped me so much cause sometimes when you spoke loud to me, I didn’t know what to do cause no one ever did that to me, without me yelling back but you see those are the Riches I have in me I can take it and I will make it. I have grown more and I feel so sure of myself that I’m going to make it. I don’t mean to preach but I want people to know that there is nothing impossible in life. I was determined to live and I did, now I am determined to make it in this field. Thank you Lupe.

Humbling Heart..

Point to Ponder: It's not about me.

Question to Consider: How can I remind myself today that life is really about living for God, not myself?

The purpose of your life is far greater than your own personal fulfillment, your peace of mind, or even your happiness. It's far greater than your family, your career, or even your wildest dreams and abitions.

Reminding myself that life is really about living for God not myself is not at all a question in my life. I do God's will everyday, I take care of my grandma when she is Ill and dying and i humble myself everyday asking for stregnth and doing my best to stay afloat.

My first realization to knowing and understanding that my purpose for my life was for God was when I went through my last adversitie in my life.. which led me to taking care of this man named Donald.. Donald was an older male who was dying of cancer and being decieved by a woman who you can destinguish as a black widow.

Black widow's to my understanding find older men that are dying and usually use them and take advantage of them and kill them so they can have their money or belongings. Donald was always a christian man and I felt that the moment I met him. No matter how upset I was from what it was I was going through i knew that God put me in his life for a reason as well as he put him in mine.

My mind wasn't to clear at the time when i met him I was struggling with losing grandma for years since i was 13 she has always been very Ill. Meeting Don was almost the same for me I knew how to comfort him and make him feel happy I was used to doing that for my grandma. So to encourage Don and to make him smile he had a huge yard and while i stayed with him and took care of him in exchange for room and board I made a vegitable Garden in his yard. He smiled and wanted to give me a set of dishes for helping him which i never took from him just because I was always taught when doing God's work you just don't give to receive you give because your heart tells you to. Because it's the right thing to do.

Seeing Don suffer from cancer and seeing him walk around one min. and the next throwing up and not feeling well and sleeping so much It really was an emotional drain and roller coaster. Although taking care of him has helped with learning how to care for my grandma. But it was a difficult ordeal to try to understand when I was much younger.

I seen him lose his hair and how his family faught over items that belonged to him and how this woman (the black widow) tried so hard to take advantage of him. Using him and playing on his mind. She had met him over a cb radio in Alabama and she met him at a coffee shoppe and told him that they were related cousins and showed him some kind of chart to prove that they were cousins. It was all a lie and decietful trick to get him to write his Last Will and Testament out to her.

Well you'll be happy to know that I wasn't gonna stand by and allow that to happen. I stayed with don in the hospital and i slept on the air conditioned vent lol and on the floor just so i can watch over him. When i could.

His Will was faught in probate by Bobby Junkins of the Alabama Court when he passed on and his family did receive their fathers items. I heard from his Son David that they won the court case which I was pleased to find out.

Which in return just taught me that Family comes first.. no matter how much or whatever you go through with your family they are always the one's right there for you in the end.

I moved back home after that mess.. and i take care of grandma now. I lost everything when i was in alabama my clothes my belongings my keyboard but it was all worth it. God taught me something in that instant that no amount of money or item could gratify or make me happy. I was the only one that could provide my own happiness.

I worked at Kfc Taco bell in hokesbluff awhile and they had no idea what i was going through. I had to wash my uniform over and over again. They almost wore down. I could laugh about it now but it was a horrible learning experience in my life.

My main reason for sharing this story with you is that i have always humbled myself. like the song.. "Humble thyself in the sight of the Lord, And he Will lift you up" Up into heaven and he will lift you up" higher and higher and he will lift you up.

yeah those words seep through my mind every now and then. along with other scriptures and traditions and values i was raised with.

There's a scripture that if someone ask for your tunic you give it to them.. if someone ask to go a mile with you you go two..

I have always been a carying giving and loving woman. But i know and understand the extent of the power that we posess in being this way.. more now than when i was younger.

IMPORTANT NOTES

"Clingyness", the scourge of non-doting boyfriends
Everywhere, is a toxic brew of jealousy, neediness, dependency,
And insecurity. In short, home girl has separation anxiety. She desperately wants to be your number one priority, And she'll drown your new puppy if he gets in her way. "While men tend to be jealous of potential Sexual rivals, women tend to be jealous of time and attention," Says charles T. Hill, professor of psychology at Whittier College So devote every waking moment to this needy nut job or dump her and move on Right?

Hold your horny horses sheriff-it could be more scientific
Than that. A recent, and totally awesome University of Washington's
Study found that certain proteins in seminal Fluid are transferred to women during sex. On a hormonal level These sly proteins may dampen her interst in other males While heightening her attraction and possibly psychotic neediness For you. It's like sperm hypnosis : look into our balls...you are getting Veeeery sleepy....

This article was taken from maxim magazine issue may2009 issue..only re typed
And posted to get your response thank you.

TO MY FUTURE HUSBAND LOVE LETTER ONE