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Hey! Someone stole all of the instant updates! "I was thinking" about shaving my pussy.
I wonder if anyone would like to see a picture of that?
"I was thinking" I want a bunch of you to go over to see proud2bditzy, and just tell her "HI!"
She wants some comments for something, so go make her happy but don't rat me out, and tell her that I asked any of you to do that.
♥ Wendy
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A thief in Paris planned to steal some Paintings from the Louvre
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After careful planning, he got past security, Stole the paintings, and made it safely to his Van.
> However, he was captured only two blocks away when his van ran out of gas.
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> When asked how he could mastermind such a crime and then make such an obvious error, he replied, 'Monsieur, that is the reason I stole the paintings'
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> I had no Monet
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> to make the Van Gogh.'
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> See if you have De Gaulle to send this on to someone else.
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> I sent it to you because I figured I had nothing Toulouse.
While driving home from work, my wife called. This is a typical thing. She calls me and lets me know she has gone to get the girls, or asks me to get them. She asks me to go to the store... So I didn't think anything of it when she called.
Until she said that we had a situation to deal with.
Bekah was caught stealing from the teachers area. Everything was returned to the teacher, but we still had to deal with it at home.
What did she steal? She took a new pack of math flash cards a marker, a bow that one might find on a gift, and a tooth. Apparently a boy lost his tooth in school and the teacher wanted to hold it until the end of the day so she could send it home, and not have the tooth lost on the playground. Six year olds tend to lose teeth.
Well, Mom had her talk with Bek, telling her about a friend of ours who visits a youth correctional facility where some of the girls are as young as twelve. These girls are not permitted toys or stuffed animals with "hard eyes", or much of anything. They don't get to go home for Christmas, they don't get to see there parents but once or twice a week, if they are fortunate.
Mom went over everything she thought I might ask her, so Rebekah would be able to answer without too much stress. She does tend to shut down under pressure when asked hard questions or put on the hot seat.
At bed time, after a quiet evening with Andy Griffith on tv, and a good dinner of hot dogs and mac and cheese, I told Rebekah we had to talk and it couldn't wait until morning.
She knows I sometimes sit on her bedside and talk as she lays in her blankets, so it disturbed her when I would not let her get comfortable. I asked her to sit up beside me... she whined. Then I asked her if she knew why it is wrong to steal. Her reply almost made me laugh. She answered "Mommy didn't say anything about that." She almost cried.
We went over it, starting with God said we shouldn't. But why? Because people have to work to get money to buy things and if we take things from them, we just took their hard work from them. And what if the things you took were meant to be gifts for someone else? They wouldn't get their gift, and that hurts two people, the one who would give and the one who would recieve.
Now, what should the punishment be? The Bible says that if a thief is cought he has to pay it back 7 times more than what he took. So, lets do the math Bek. If the stuff you took was worth $5, you would have to pay back how much? (finger counting). $15? No... $35. That's how much money we spend when we go to CiCi's for pizza.
I'll have to think about your punishment. Good night.
Earlier in the week Bekah won a bingo prize of math flash cards. She never opened them yet. (She said she took the second set of cards so she would not have to share with Charity, her sister.)
So sentencing was passed this morning. Before breakfast we sat holding hands and I told her that she would not be allowed to have her flash cards for seven days. She immediately asked me where I put them. (Perhaps so she could attempt to get them when no one is watching, perhaps not.) She cried for a moment. I held her and said that the punishment was not to much. She calmed and went her way, playing happily with her sister.
I know it is a rare thing to find one like me. I have such a hope that my children will not be like I was. How do I find the ballance? To much "God" will push children away. Not enough Jesus and they will not believe.
No one taught these lessons to me. The Holy Spirit of God taught me Himself while I was 7 years in prison.
.This morning was going well... I got up in plenty of time to get to my internship at 9, showered, dressed... everything was going great until I went downstairs.
.The front door was wide open, rain pouring in.
.I immediately checked everything nearby that was of any value. Nothing had been touched. No wet footprints tracked into the house. Nothing seemed out of place at all. I checked the entire house--any hiding place I could think of--where someone could be hiding and found no one. But the door was wide open...
.It was difficult for me to admit to myself, but I must have forgotten to go back, close and lock up the bars and door when I got home from grocery shopping last night. Most likely, I left the door cracked and the wind blew it open later on. If this is the case, the door has been open since yesterday evening around 6 pm.
.This scares the hell out of me. If I can forget to lock up the door once, I can do it again. Next time, it won't just be the wind and rain that take a peak inside--it will be a thief or a murderer. Why am I so absent-minded?
(I have had a classmate who DID ask permission. I had no problem with that and I appreciate that she was considerate enough to consider that I might have wanted to use it for my story.)
Anyway, this wasn't really MY idea but it was a suggestion that my brother-in-law gave me, who suggested that it'd be funny if I write a love story between a man and his beer. It was not one that I was going to do but I did mention it to my classmates.
Anyway, we're doing this guy's story on Monday and I was reading it yesterday and guess what the story is about? A MAN WHO LOVES HIS BEER! He WAS there when I mentioned it to my other classmates so I'm thinking... huh?
You can't copyright an idea and I don't really care THAT much if someone steals one of my ideas (and I know it was my brother-in-law's idea but he offered it to me) as long as they don't outright plagiarise, but given that we are in the same class and are doing the same assignment with the same people going to be reading it, and given that I might have wanted to use that idea for my assignment, I thought it was a little indecent of him to at least not ask first.
If he had asked, I would've said yes.
I should also mention that I didn't think he did a very good job with it.
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