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thou shalt laugh

Sunday school teacher asked her little children, as they were on the way to church service, “why is it necessary to be quiet in church” one bright little girl replied, ” because people are sleeping”.

Six- year old Angie and her four-year old brother Joel were sitting together in church. Joel giggled,sang and talked out loud. Finally, his big sister had enough. “You’ re not aupposed to talk out loud in church, “Why? Who’s going to stop me?” Joel ask. Angie pointed to the back of the church and said, “See those two men standing by the door? They’re hushers.”

A sunday school class was studying the Ten Commandments. They were ready to discuss the last one. The teacher asked if any one could tell her what it was. Susie rasied her hand, stood tall, and quoted, “Thou shall not take the covers off the neighbor’s wife.”

I had been teaching my three- year old daughter, Caitlin, the Lord’s Prayer. For several evenings at bedtime,she would repeat after me the lines from the prayer.
Finally, she decided to go solo. I listened with pride as she carefully enunciated each word, right up to the end of the prayer. “lead me not into temptation,” she prayed,” but deliver us some E-mail. Amen

One Sunday in a Midwest city, a young child was “acting up” during the morning worship hour. The parents did their best to maintain some sense of order in the pew but were losing the battle. Finally, the father picked the little fellow up and started to walk out. The minister continued on his sermon and asked the congregation to bow there heads,before the minister could say anything else the boy called loudly to the congregation, “Pray for me Pray for me!”

>And one particular four-year old prayed ,”And forgive us our trash baskets as we forgive those who put trash in our baskets.”

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I will stop after this last question, well more a set of statements to which you can say (a) dude get over her (b) wait n’ see. she may like you (c) you’re playing with fire. could go 50/50.

btw, it’s long, so grab some popcorn. =P
On Tuesday, I pick her up from the airport, after getting my butt out of bed at 6am and fighting through traffic. She lands, texts and calls, hug her at the gate, go to breakfast, talk, linger around, go to her apt. linger around….she mentions her roommates are going to a concert….I’m about to reply…then her roommate walks in, and she’s just talking to her. leave for work.
we’re texting alot….but on Thursday, after I ask / kinda push her to walk back to the parking lot with me, she says, “dont’ wanna. sorry dude. have a nice night.”

the next day, i text her and ask what’s wrong, she responds with, “Nothing. I didn’t want to meet up with you but you kept pushing it. Hanging out with you is stressful and often uncomfortable - let me be!”
to which i responded….
“I’m laughing now: why do i make you stressed? Shall I bring some stress balls or should we go to a massage parlor?”
her: “Leave me alone.”
and i left it at that.

a few months ago, we met at an art museum. she seemed impressed. i seemed impressed. touch on a shoulder, gave me her number, asked me to a concert….but i couldn’t go since work called. invited her to surfing, she said yes, but i canceled due to weather.
of course, she always asked me to go to lunch with her co-workers, but i had my own work.

somewhere there, i finally say, “Sunday. no more rainchecks,” and she says, “ok, but i get to choose where.” It’s a house party. we all have fun. she takes some nice pictures of me.

Funny, neither of us have facebooked each other. we just send pictures via e-mail.

Anyway, near the end of the party, she mentions her long distance boyfriend. I hear it, and am a little bit mixed-bag-of-negative feelings, since I had been there, done that, didn’t want to be hurt again…so I said, “Well, I’m done here” and walked out. She gave me a parting gift, but I felt a bit silly the next day and apologized….although she didn’t accept the coffee invite.

ayway, now the story is WAY too complicated even for me to tell it. i’m sick, sick, sick of it. twirling around in my mind, wasting my time,

i guess deep down, maybe i’m a sick puppy who likes the idea of being in love, and not actually love.

so now you can say (a) dude get over her (b) wait n’ see. she may like you (c) you’re playing with fire. could go 50/50. (d) haven’t you learned already!??! (e) dumbass.
don’t worry about being mean. i want the the truth!

or ask a “few good men” might say,
“you can’t handle the truth!”
oh tom cruise….help me.

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