You rock my boat up-side down
You swirl it all around
You send it across the seas.
You broke my heart
Torn my veil down.
You shattered my rocks
Your the reason why I crashed and now I'm deserted.
The wood from my deck is broke & worn.
I guess I never knew how much I relied on you.
Its true.
You broke my heart
Torn my veil down.
You shattered my rocks
Your the reason why I crashed and now I'm deserted.
You may not care
You broke away with no tears.
I loved you and I guess you didnt.
No love should have pain.
You broke my heart
torn my veil down.
you shattered my rocks
and your the reason why,
I was found and not deserted.
♥
Monday, November 15, 2010
Hidden
Age is merely an number
Quanity is just a size.
A lie that draws a smile
The truth that draws a tear
Everyone has something to hide here.
Yours eyes tell a tale of an act of betrayal
Hurt inside
;but smileing oh so bright.
Hurt by all the lies
Your light no longer shines.
Hold your head high,
Break from the knife.
It rains crimson
;and the sun shines snow.
In this sea of people i feel all alone.
Music is peacefull
Flowers are dead.
In my world,
Sorrow is often un-told.
Sleep is a pill
Scars are rapidly shown.
No one knows what you dont show.
She is hidden by fear.
Hidden by hate.
Hidden by those who love to;
make her cry, fight, and even scream.
All she wanted was to be....Hidden.
Quanity is just a size.
A lie that draws a smile
The truth that draws a tear
Everyone has something to hide here.
Yours eyes tell a tale of an act of betrayal
Hurt inside
;but smileing oh so bright.
Hurt by all the lies
Your light no longer shines.
Hold your head high,
Break from the knife.
It rains crimson
;and the sun shines snow.
In this sea of people i feel all alone.
Music is peacefull
Flowers are dead.
In my world,
Sorrow is often un-told.
Sleep is a pill
Scars are rapidly shown.
No one knows what you dont show.
She is hidden by fear.
Hidden by hate.
Hidden by those who love to;
make her cry, fight, and even scream.
All she wanted was to be....Hidden.
Beauty: starving or shining?
Marilyn Monroe was a model during the 30s and 50s.
Twiggy was a model during the 60s.
Today's models.
Plus size models.
Can you tell whose shining and whose starving?
Marilyn Monroe was full of beauty, passion, and poise.
Twiggy, compare the shots of Monroe and Twiggy. Twiggy is pretty dont get me wrong, but compared to Marilyn Monroe she looks sick. Same with Todays models.
The average size for American ladies is a size 14. Monroe was a size 12.
Todays average model size is 00,0,or 1.
We need a reality check. Each person is built different. Some are born with wide hips and some are born with no hips, its what God gives us that matters.
In the 30s-60s the perfect measure ment was 36-34-36 (hour glass figures). Know you see todays models and you see no boobs, no hips, no curves, just stick.
1 Samuel 16:7 - "The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart."
Proverbs 31.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
I'm Still Here☼ - Langston Hughes.
Still Here
I’ve been scared and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,
Looks like between ‘em they done
Tried to make me
Stop laughin’, stop lovin’, stop livin’--
But I don’t care!
I’m still here!
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
You know you're from South Louisiana if...
You know you're from South Louisiana if...
You can properly pronounce Lafayette, Bossier, Natchitoches, Opelousas, Shongaloo, Pontchartrain, Ouachita, and you know that New Orleans doesn't have a long "e" sound anywhere in it
You think people who complain about the heat in their states are sissies.
A tornado-warning siren is your signal to go out in the yard and look for a funnel.
You know that the true value of a parking space is not determined by the distance to door but by the availability of shade.
You cringe every time you hear an actor with a Southern or Cajun accent in a "New Orleans-based" movie or TV show.
You measure distance in minutes.
You listen to the weather forecast before picking out an outfit.
Someone you know has used a football schedule to plan their wedding date.
You aren't surprised to find movie rental, ammunition, beer, and bait all in the same store
A Mercedes Benz isn't a status symbol. A Chevy Silverado Extended Bed Crew Cab Truck is
You know everything goes better with Tony's or Tabasco.
You actually get these jokes
You are 100% Louisianan if you have ever had this conversation:
"You wanna coke?"
"Yeah."
"What kind?"
"Dr Pepper."
you have ever had to switch from heat to AC in the same day.
you use "fix" as a verb. Example: "I am fixing to go to the store."
All the festivals across the state are named after a fruit, vegetable, insect, or mammal.
You know only four spices: salt, pepper, Tabasco, and Tony's
The local newspaper covers national and international news on one page, but requires six pages for local gossip and sports.
You know all four seasons: Almost summer, summer, still summer, and Christmas.
You know whether another Louisianian is from New Orleans, North Louisiana, or South Louisiana as soon as they open their mouth.
You describe the first cool snap (below 70 degrees) as good gumbo weather.
Fried catfish is the other white meat
You reinforce your attic to store Mardi Gras beads.
Your sunglasses fog up when you step outside.
Your ancestors are buried above the ground.
You take a bite of five-alarm chili and reach for the Tabasco.
You sit down to eat boiled crawfish and your host says, "Don't eat the dead ones," and you know what he means.
You don't learn until high school that Mardi Gras is not a national holiday.
You push little old ladies out of the way to catch Mardi Gras beads.
Little old ladies push YOU out of the way to catch Mardi Gras beads.
You leave a parade with footprints on your hands.
You believe that purple, green, and gold look good together.
Your last name isn't pronounced the way it's spelled.
You know what a nutria is but you still pick it to represent your baseball team.
No matter where else you go in the world, you are always disappointed in the food.
Your town is low on the education chart, high on the obesity chart and you don't care because you're No. 1 on the party chart.
You know that Tchoupitoulas is a street and not a disease.
Your grandparents are called "Maw-Maw" and "Paw-Paw."
Your Santa Claus rides an alligator and your favorite Saint is a football player.
You have to reset your clocks after every thunderstorm.
When it starts to rain, you cover your beer instead of your head.
You eat dinner out and spend the entire meal talking about all the other good places you've eaten.
you know what is meant by 'K&B purple
You know what it means for food to come 'dressed'...
you 'ax' for things...
when you ask people where they went to school, they answer with their high school
You save newspapers, not for recycling but for tablecloths at crawfishboils
Drive-thru daquiris -- it's not drinking and driving until you put the straw in.
You stand on the neutral ground at parades and have no idea what a 'median' is.
You can properly pronounce Lafayette, Bossier, Natchitoches, Opelousas, Shongaloo, Pontchartrain, Ouachita, and you know that New Orleans doesn't have a long "e" sound anywhere in it
You think people who complain about the heat in their states are sissies.
A tornado-warning siren is your signal to go out in the yard and look for a funnel.
You know that the true value of a parking space is not determined by the distance to door but by the availability of shade.
You cringe every time you hear an actor with a Southern or Cajun accent in a "New Orleans-based" movie or TV show.
You measure distance in minutes.
You listen to the weather forecast before picking out an outfit.
Someone you know has used a football schedule to plan their wedding date.
You aren't surprised to find movie rental, ammunition, beer, and bait all in the same store
A Mercedes Benz isn't a status symbol. A Chevy Silverado Extended Bed Crew Cab Truck is
You know everything goes better with Tony's or Tabasco.
You actually get these jokes
You are 100% Louisianan if you have ever had this conversation:
"You wanna coke?"
"Yeah."
"What kind?"
"Dr Pepper."
you have ever had to switch from heat to AC in the same day.
you use "fix" as a verb. Example: "I am fixing to go to the store."
All the festivals across the state are named after a fruit, vegetable, insect, or mammal.
You know only four spices: salt, pepper, Tabasco, and Tony's
The local newspaper covers national and international news on one page, but requires six pages for local gossip and sports.
You know all four seasons: Almost summer, summer, still summer, and Christmas.
You know whether another Louisianian is from New Orleans, North Louisiana, or South Louisiana as soon as they open their mouth.
You describe the first cool snap (below 70 degrees) as good gumbo weather.
Fried catfish is the other white meat
You reinforce your attic to store Mardi Gras beads.
Your sunglasses fog up when you step outside.
Your ancestors are buried above the ground.
You take a bite of five-alarm chili and reach for the Tabasco.
You sit down to eat boiled crawfish and your host says, "Don't eat the dead ones," and you know what he means.
You don't learn until high school that Mardi Gras is not a national holiday.
You push little old ladies out of the way to catch Mardi Gras beads.
Little old ladies push YOU out of the way to catch Mardi Gras beads.
You leave a parade with footprints on your hands.
You believe that purple, green, and gold look good together.
Your last name isn't pronounced the way it's spelled.
You know what a nutria is but you still pick it to represent your baseball team.
No matter where else you go in the world, you are always disappointed in the food.
Your town is low on the education chart, high on the obesity chart and you don't care because you're No. 1 on the party chart.
You know that Tchoupitoulas is a street and not a disease.
Your grandparents are called "Maw-Maw" and "Paw-Paw."
Your Santa Claus rides an alligator and your favorite Saint is a football player.
You have to reset your clocks after every thunderstorm.
When it starts to rain, you cover your beer instead of your head.
You eat dinner out and spend the entire meal talking about all the other good places you've eaten.
you know what is meant by 'K&B purple
You know what it means for food to come 'dressed'...
you 'ax' for things...
when you ask people where they went to school, they answer with their high school
You save newspapers, not for recycling but for tablecloths at crawfishboils
Drive-thru daquiris -- it's not drinking and driving until you put the straw in.
You stand on the neutral ground at parades and have no idea what a 'median' is.
The "umm.. well..." you get when you ask a military brat where they're from.
What do Shaquille O'Neal, Jim Morrison, Christina Aguilera and at least three of your friends have in common?
They're all military brats.
How do you tell the difference between a brat and a civilian? Ask them one simple question, "Where are you from?"
The nonbrats typically will give you a straightforward answer, "I'm from Goose Creek." The standard brat reply: "Do you mean where was I born or where am I from most recently?"
* You're always the new kid at your school, with the funny accent that sounds a little like Alabama, maybe mixed with some California surfer style.
* When you spot another brat, you spend the first couple of days comparing notes, "Were you guys at Fort Benning? How about Fort Hood?" You left behind 19 best friends and counting.
* You told your date that your curfew was 2200 hours. You realized it wasn't going anywhere when he started counting on his fingers.
* What's worse than a 24-hour military clock is the acronym-speak. I got a new MOS (military occupational specialty) that's TDY (temporary duty), just hoping there's no need for an EOD (Explosive Ordnance Disposal) unit.
* It's not America or the U.S. or the United States of America. It's "The States," the place you really hope to see again if your dad gets stationed overseas.
* You learn to live out of boxes because when the military moves you, you'll get to your new destination well before any of your belongings. At least one item will be broken beyond repair. Smashing. (You picked that up in Britain).
* The PX (post exchange) or BX (base exchange) isn't the same thing as Target. Not even close.
* A word to the wise: Any kind of application that asks for everywhere you've lived or all the schools you've attended will require an extra page. Write small.
Our brat leaves us with some closing thoughts: "You don't have a hometown and there's no one place you grew up, but you've made friends with kids of every race and religion and learned firsthand about different cultures. You share a kinship with military brats everywhere."
They're all military brats.
How do you tell the difference between a brat and a civilian? Ask them one simple question, "Where are you from?"
The nonbrats typically will give you a straightforward answer, "I'm from Goose Creek." The standard brat reply: "Do you mean where was I born or where am I from most recently?"
* You're always the new kid at your school, with the funny accent that sounds a little like Alabama, maybe mixed with some California surfer style.
* When you spot another brat, you spend the first couple of days comparing notes, "Were you guys at Fort Benning? How about Fort Hood?" You left behind 19 best friends and counting.
* You told your date that your curfew was 2200 hours. You realized it wasn't going anywhere when he started counting on his fingers.
* What's worse than a 24-hour military clock is the acronym-speak. I got a new MOS (military occupational specialty) that's TDY (temporary duty), just hoping there's no need for an EOD (Explosive Ordnance Disposal) unit.
* It's not America or the U.S. or the United States of America. It's "The States," the place you really hope to see again if your dad gets stationed overseas.
* You learn to live out of boxes because when the military moves you, you'll get to your new destination well before any of your belongings. At least one item will be broken beyond repair. Smashing. (You picked that up in Britain).
* The PX (post exchange) or BX (base exchange) isn't the same thing as Target. Not even close.
* A word to the wise: Any kind of application that asks for everywhere you've lived or all the schools you've attended will require an extra page. Write small.
Our brat leaves us with some closing thoughts: "You don't have a hometown and there's no one place you grew up, but you've made friends with kids of every race and religion and learned firsthand about different cultures. You share a kinship with military brats everywhere."
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