I met this girl today,
So weak if I may.
Immediately upon meeting her, I could see the distrust in her eyes,
I could see, more than likely, she’d been fed a pack of lies.
I could see, after awhile,
The obvious discomfort in the insincerity of her smile.
I could see, even with nothing said,
She went to bed every night with a heavy head.
I wanted to tell her there was nothing wrong,
With being strong.
I wanted to tell her that even though she was sad,
Not everyone was bad.
I wanted to tell her that even though she’s been lied to,
That didn’t mean that’s what she could expect from me or you.
I wanted to tell her that she would grace a runway aisle,
With her beautiful smile.
I wanted to tell her she should never go to bed,
With a heavy heart, or head.
This and so much more,
I wanted to tell her.

Christina Bledsoe

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At this moment, nothing seems worse
Than these irreconcilable differences
Tearing us apart

Christina Bledsoe

Authors Comment:

“I have learned that the key to making any relationship work really only takes two things, communication and mutual respect. I have a niece who has a boyfriend, you know they love each other very much but are off and on because they cant communicate….sad. Anyways, this is what I had to work with.”

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Living Your Truth
When we are young children, we live authentically, seldom afraid or embarrassed to seek out what we want or to speak our minds. As we grow older, we tend to tuck that authenticity away, putting it aside while we chase our dreams, afraid that it might hinder us in our success. But we never let that freedom go completely. We may conform to society while embracing secret passions when alone. We may withhold certain opinions, though it doesn’t change the fact that we possess them. It is important, however, to never stray too far from that youthful brashness and self-interest for they are qualities that help make you who you are. The authentic you is your true self and, in living authentically, you live your truth, making time for the things you love and projecting who you really are. The simplest way to live your truth is to leave the expectations of other behind and live the way you feel most worthwhile.

It takes being selfish in a healthy way by doing what you know is best for you, regardless of the opinions of others - even the opinions of close friends and family. Living authentically means that you make choices without fear, trusting in your soul’s wisdom… If you value personal pursuits, don’t feel forced into a certain job just to make enough money to keep up with your neighbors. Conversely, if you prize success in business, don’t let others’ perception of what’s right for you hold you back. Denying your unique truth can lead to feelings of failure and dissatisfaction because you aren’t acknowledging your true self. In living your truth, there are no pretenses. Everything you do will reflect who you truly are.

If you are unsure of who the authentic you really is, look inward and ask yourself what your purpose, values, and needs are. Honor your strengths and don’t let yourself be guided by what other expect of you. Finally, discover your passions by trying new things, and sticking with those things that stir your soul. Finding who you really are and then making the choice to embrace you true dreams and desires will take your life in a direction that is both satisfying and deeply meaningful.

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A woman comes home and tells her husband, “Remember those headaches I’ve been having all these years? Well, they’re gone.”

“No more headaches?” the husband asks, “What happened?”

His wife replies, “Margie referred me to a hypnotist. He told me to stand in front of a mirror, stare at myself and repeat ‘I do not have a headache; I do not have a headache, I do not have a headache.’ It worked! The headaches are all gone.”

The husband replies, “Well, that is wonderful.”

His wife then says, “You know, you haven’t been exactly a ball of fire in the bedroom these last few years. Why don’t you go see the hypnotist and see if he can do anything for that?”

The husband agrees to try it.

Following his appointment, the husband comes home, rips off his clothes, picks up his wife and carries her into the bedroom. He puts her on the bed and says, “Don’t move, I’ll be right back.” He goes into the bathroom and comes back a few minutes later and jumps into bed and makes passionate love to his wife like never before.

His wife says, “Boy, that was wonderful!”

The husband says, “Don’t move! I will be right back.”

He goes back into the bathroom, comes back and round two was even better than the first time.

The wife sits up and her head is spinning. Her husband again says, “Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”

With that, he goes back in the bathroom. This time, his wife quietly follows him and there, in the bathroom, she sees him standing at the mirror and saying, “She’s not my wife. She’s not my wife. She’s not my wife!”

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Sitting shaded by a tree;
Do you seek answers?
Do you see?

Christina Bledsoe

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Well, it’s Saturday. I thought this week was never going to end. I think that was due to the fact that in addition to working the whole week, I worked the whole weekend too, yuk!

Anyhow, we have a ton of things to do this weekend. Our renter moved out of our condo so we have to get it prepared for a new renter, that of course, means clean up

I’ve been up since the crack of dawn courtesy of blasting mexican music I didn’t understand this morning. I guess, in reality, even though I want to be pissed about the music, I needed to be up anyway.

Signing off to work

Christina Lyons

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At first I thought this was funny…then I realized the awful truth of it.
Be sure to read all the way to the end!

Tax his land,
Tax his bed,
Tax the table
At which he’s fed.

Tax his tractor,
Tax his mule,
Teach him taxes
Are the rule.

Tax his cow,
Tax his goat,
Tax his pants,
Tax his coat.

Tax his ties,
Tax his shirt,
Tax his work,
Tax his dirt.

Tax his tobacco,
Tax his drink,
Tax him if he
Tries to think.

Tax his cigars,
Tax his beers,
If he cries, then
Tax his tears.

Tax his car,
Tax his gas,
Find other ways
To tax his ass

Tax all he has
Then let him know
That you won’t be done
Till he has no dough.

When he screams and hollers,
Then tax him some more,
Tax him till
He’s good and sore.

Then tax his coffin,
Tax his grave,
Tax the sod in
Which he’s laid.

Put these words
upon his tomb,
“Taxes drove me
to my doom…”

When he’s gone,
Do not relax,
Its time to apply
The inheritance tax.

Accounts Receivable Tax
Building Permit Tax
CDL license Tax
Cigarette Tax
Corporate Income Tax
Dog License Tax
Federal Income Tax
Federal Unemployment Tax (FUTA)
Fishing License Tax
Food License Tax,
Fuel permit tax
Gasoline Tax (42 cents per gallon)
Hunting License Tax
Inheritance Tax
Interest expense
Inventory tax
IRS Interest Charges IRS Penalties (tax on top of tax)
Liquor Tax
Luxury Taxes
Marriage License Tax
Medicare Tax
Property Tax
Real Estate Tax
Service charge taxes
Social Security Tax
Road usage taxes
Sales Tax
Recreational Vehicle Tax
School Tax
State Income Tax
State Unemployment Tax (SUTA)
Telephone federal excise tax
Telephone federal universal service fee tax
Telephone federal, state and local surcharge taxes
Telephone minimum usage surcharge tax
Telephone recurring and non-recurring charges tax
Telephone state and local tax
Telephone usage charge tax
Utility Taxes
Vehicle License Registration Tax
Vehicle Sales Tax
Watercraft registration Tax
Well Permit Tax
Workers Compensation Tax

COMMENTS: Not one of these taxes existed 100 years ago,
and our nation was the most prosperous in the world.
We had absolutely no national debt, had the largest middle class
in the world, and Mom stayed home to raise the kids.
What happened?
And I still have to “press 1″ for English
I hope this goes around world 10 times, email this to everyone you know!

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My very first limerick

Once there was a fellow named Rob,
Constantly called a big blob,
He cut down on the food,
Maybe now they wouldn’t be so crude,
And he could obtain a job.

Christina Bledsoe

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“We need to talk about something, let’s talk in your room”

Xayne Bledsoe

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