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 pavementcracks70
On Minti Since: January 24th
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please accept my resignation, i dont care to belong to any club that will have me as a member.....Grucho Marx
ironic wit marx style......lets us thumb our noses at exclusivity and have a laugh together. Be it here or in every day life there will always be others making you feel small and insignificant.......
stand tall and walk the sunny streets here....................................
always look on the bright side of life....i mean-what have you got to lose?...you know you come from nothing-youre going back to nothing.....what have you lost? nothing!...always look on the bright side of life...monty python
Where all think alike, no one thinks very much. Walter Lippman .
succeed at being yourself !
ENCOURAGEMENT, HUMOUR AND WISDOM
TO EQUIP THOSE WHO HAVE THE COURAGE TO BE THEMSELVES
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"Elvis is dead and I am not feeling so well either" to quote a famous arthur.
Sat. my husband got sick. Today I got a phone call from the school to pick up my youngest who threw up at school. Now I am not feeling so hot either.
I have been sanitizing!
Hubby on couch, son on a make shiff bed on floor next to couch and I may be falling soon. The stomach flu has hit our house and the only one left standing is the moody hormonal teenager. Yikes! We could all be in trouble.
Send us help if you have not heard from me in days. Like the article said, give your coworkers a nudge once in awhile! LOL! |
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Hi just to get things straight, iv no problem being a reject, iv lived most of my teens being one. In fact from the age of four years old, my mothers life was in a bottem of a bottle. I was just baggage, so of she sent me to live with grandad, Great at last i was going to get the love i needed, but sadly it was the wrong kind of love. It was the sick kind, the evil kind, but i never knew this i was just 4 yrs old, and grandad loved me, He gave me lots of money, and we shared lots of secrets. He told me everyday i was his best girl, i wasent a reject anymore. Then i grew older, i knew that grandads love was wrong, it was sick, he was sick. And after 11 yrs of being wanted, 11 yrs of being abused, i was once again a reject.... A reject who was damaged beyond repair. A reject who looked for answers all her life to why me??? A reject who was branded a liar, A liar from 4 yrs old, So no matter what life throws at us rejects we will stand tall, thankyou |
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A MOTHERS LOVE,,,, POEM
I never asked for much in life,just my mothers love.
She looked at me with big brown eyes, and said your not my blood.
I could feel my heart miss a beat, the tears came rolling down,
She looked at me with big brown eyes, and said your such a clown.
I tried to hug my mothers arm, she pushed me to one side,
She looked at me with big brown eyes, well dont say i never tried.
What did mother mean? she says im not her blood,
she looked at me with big brown eyes, your from the reject club.
I never knew what this meant, i guess i never will.
I only wanted mothers love, and im waiting here still. |
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Love the pic!
You are so funny |
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Hi there all you REJECTS . . he he he
Thought I'd pop in and see how everyone is doing??? Hope you all have had a GREAT weekend and are looking forward to a great week . . .
HUGS Kellz |
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I see I may have found a new home.
Hope to read more! |
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