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Why do I care?

chicksnsticks — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 22:55:51 +0000

I really need to stop this. Why do I care what Manic Boy thinks? He doesn’t care about me. I get so angry with myself. I want him to care. I want him to be the man he promised me he could be. I want him to keep his vows. I want him to care. I want him to want to be with me. And he doesn’t, and I get frustrated all over again.

Oh, he says he loves me. Always will. Big whopping deal. What good does that do me? I’m still alone. I’m still lonely. I’m still pissed off that he can just take off like that without a backward glance and he gets to be happier.

Most of all, I am pissed off because I can’t seem to let go of this. I want to move on. I want to be the strong one who comes out on top in spite of adversity. I don’t want to be the one left behind in the dust. I never wanted to be left at all. Not that I had any say in the matter.

I want to let go of this FEAR. Fear that I will never be loved. Fear that I won’t make it. Fear that this is all there is. Fear that there is something wrong with me, that somehow I am unlovable. It has a stranglehold on me right now, and I can’t seem to loosen it’s grip. I am drowning. And I am AFRAID.

Inspiration for the day

chicksnsticks — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 22:39:23 +0000

As you are, right at this moment, God loves you.

There is nothing you can do to make God love you more.

There is nothing you can do to make God love you less.

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Beautiful Christian Sister

chicksnsticks — Sat, 06 Jun 2009 19:31:01 +0000

By Maya Angelou

‘A woman’s heart should be so hidden in Christ
That a man should have to seek Him first to find her.’

When I say… ‘I am a Christian’ I’m not shouting ‘I’m clean livin”
I’m whispering ‘I was lost, Now I’m found and forgiven.’

When I say… ‘I am a Christian’ I don’t speak of this with pride.
I’m confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide.

When I say… ‘I am a Christian’ I’m not trying to be strong.
I’m professing that I’m weak and need His strength to carry on.

When I say… ‘I am a Christian’ I’m not bragging of success.
I’m admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess.

When I say… ‘I am a Christian’ I’m not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible but, God believes I am worth it.

When I say… ‘I am a Christian’ I still feel the sting of pain..
I have my share of heartaches, so I call upon His name.

When I say… ‘I am a Christian’ I’m not holier than thou,
I’m just a simple sinner Who received God’s good grace, somehow!

When will I ever learn?

chicksnsticks — Sat, 30 May 2009 21:11:00 +0000

I did it again. Let myself get suckered. Why am I so stupid? After all these years, you’d think I would learn my lesson, but NO, not me. I have to keep getting kicked in the head.

idiot, IDIOT, IDIOT

10 Secrets to a Happy Marriage

chicksnsticks — Fri, 08 May 2009 15:30:27 +0000

A few moinths ago, I read the book Forever by Karen Kingsbury. There’s a part in the book where Luke’s mother sends him a letter with a list of secrets for a happy marriage. I thought it was pretty cool. So here it is! And for you feminists out there, I know you probably won’t agree with a lot of this, but that’s okay, too. You have your idea of a happy marriage, I have mine.

Ten Secrets to a Happy Marriage
1. God has you here to serve one another. Love acted out is serving.
2. Women need respect and nuturing. Love your wife so she knows you’d lay down your life for her. Continue to date her and admire her. Share a hobby-find something you can do and have fun together.
3. Laugh often.
4. Be patient. Love crumbles quickly under the weight of unmet expectations.
5. Spend more time trying to fix yourself than your spouse.
6. Keep short accounts. The Bible says, “Do not let the sun go down while you are angry.” Make it a habit to forgive.
7. Determine up front that divorce is not an option.
8. Learn about love languages. Not all people show love or receive it in the same way. You want a back rub and your spouse wants a clean kitchen. The love languages are fairly simple: acts of service, time, physical touch, gifts, and words of affirmation. Learn them. Love is better received when it’s in the language that person speaks.
9. Words of affirmation are a love language for all men.
10. Men are born to be leaders. He cannot lead unless she gives him the confidence to do so. If you love your husband, build him up. Confident men do not seek love outside the home.

MMMMMMM, Chocolate

chicksnsticks — Thu, 26 Feb 2009 21:15:44 +0000

It’s no secret to anyone who knows me that I am a serious chocoholic. I love it! Dark, milk, semisweet, bittersweet, I love ‘em all. So today I decided to treat myself. I went to a little place in the Short North called Pure Imagination Chocolatier. Wow, are they good.

They have some very interesting flavors, so I decided to take a risk and try something different. I bought dark chocoalte with wild blueberries and gouda (who would think to put cheese in a chocolate?), theobroma(from the movie Chocolat), salty caramel, dulce de leche, aztec caramel, and twist my arm truffle(not that anyone ever had to twist my arm to eat chocolate!). I can’t wait to try them. I think I deserve a little pampering. It’s been a sucky(and yes, those of you in the grammar police, I KNOW sucky is not a word. I. Don’t. Care. ) winter.

Who’s To Blame?

chicksnsticks — Thu, 19 Feb 2009 21:07:10 +0000

A friend of mine had this on her Facebook page today, I thought it was interesting.

Terence Grant

We want to hold something or somebody else responsible for our misery, but unless we choose to be responsible, we’ll never grow up. There’s a story I heard about a construction worker. At lunchtime one day on the job, the worker opened his lunch box and said, “Oh, no, chicken salad again!” The next day he had chicken salad, and he reacted the same way. The same thing happened on the next day after that, and the next. Finally, a co-worker who heard these repeated complaints said, “If you can’t stand the chicken salad, why don’t you get your wife to make you something else for lunch?” The man replied, “Oh, I’m not married. I make these lunches myself.”

There’s truth in that story. We play the victim. We live as if we’re buffeted and bruised by this arbitrary world…. We look outside ourselves for the source of our unhappiness, but we’re looking in the wrong place. The source is always within us.

Source: The Silence of Unknowing

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Female Comebacks to Male Pick-up Lines

chicksnsticks — Sun, 28 Dec 2008 04:25:39 +0000

Man: Haven’t I seen you someplace before?
Woman: Yes, that’s why I don’t go there anymore.

Man: Is this seat empty?
Woman: Yes, and this one will be if you sit down.

Man: Your place or mine?
Woman: Both. You go to yours, and I’ll go to mine.

Man: So, what do you do for a living?
Woman: I’m a female impersonator.

Man: Hey baby, what’s your sign?
Woman: Do not enter.

Man: How do you like your eggs in the morning?
Woman: Unfertilized

Man: Your body is like a temple.
Woman: Sorry, there are no services today.

Man: I would go to the end of the world for you.
Woman: Yes, but would you stay there?

Man: If I could see you naked, I’d die happy.
Woman: If I saw you naked, I’d probably die laughing.