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 <entry>
<title>I'm Thankful </title>
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<updated>2008-04-29T15:11:19-04:00</updated>
<summary type="html" ><![CDATA[<b><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #00ff00">I'm Thankful&nbsp;<br />
<br />
<br />
I'm thankful for...<br />
<br />
Laundry - because it means that my family has clothes to wear.<br />
<br />
Dishes - because it means that my family has food to eat.<br />
<br />
Bills - because it means that we have financial provisions.<br />
<br />
Making Beds - because it means we have a warm, soft place to rest at night.<br />
<br />
Dusting - because it means we have furniture to enjoy.<br />
<br />
Vacuuming - because it means we have a home to care for.<br />
<br />
Picking Up Toy - because it means I have children to bring joy to my life.<br />
</span></span></b>]]></summary>
</entry>
<entry>
<title>When I&acirc;€™m an Old Lady</title>
<link href="http://www.thoughts.com/kidatheart/blog/When-I%E2%80%99m-an-Old-Lady-91563/" ></link>
<id>urn:uuid:3ccff5d3-8666-f683-f336-803718c80eee</id>
<updated>2008-04-29T14:57:10-04:00</updated>
<summary type="html" ><![CDATA[<b><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #ff00ff">When I&rsquo;m an Old Lady <br />
Author: Unknown <br />
<br />
When I&rsquo;m an old lady, I&rsquo;ll live with my kids,<br />
and make their life happy and filled with such fun.<br />
I want to pay back all the joy they&rsquo;ve provided,<br />
returning each deed. Oh, they&rsquo;ll be so excited.<br />
&hellip;When I&rsquo;m an old lady and live with my kids.<br />
<br />
I&rsquo;ll write on the wall with red, white and blue;<br />
and bounce on the furniture wearing my shoes.<br />
I&rsquo;ll drink from the carton and then leave it out.<br />
I&rsquo;ll stuff all the toilets and oh, they&rsquo;ll shout.<br />
&hellip;When I&rsquo;m an old lady and live with my kids.<br />
<br />
When they&rsquo;re on the phone and just out of reach,<br />
I&rsquo;ll get into things like sugar and bleach.<br />
Oh, they&rsquo;ll snap their fingers and then shake their head,<br />
and when that is done I&rsquo;ll hide under the bed.<br />
&hellip;When I&rsquo;m and old lady and live with my kids.<br />
<br />
When they cook dinner and call me to meals,<br />
I&rsquo;ll not eat my green beans or salads congealed.<br />
I&rsquo;ll gag on my okra, spill milk on the table,<br />
and when they get angry, run fast as I&rsquo;m able.<br />
&hellip;When I&rsquo;m an old lady and live with my kids.<br />
<br />
I&rsquo;ll sit close to the TV, through the channels I&rsquo;ll click.<br />
I&rsquo;ll cross both my eyes to see if they stick.<br />
I&rsquo;ll take off my socks and throw one away,<br />
and play in the mud until the end of the day.<br />
&hellip;When I&rsquo;m an old lady and live with my kids.<br />
<br />
And later in bed, I&rsquo;ll lay back and sigh,<br />
and thank God in prayer and then close my eyes:<br />
and my kids will look down with a smile slowly creeping,<br />
and say with a groan, &ldquo;she&rsquo;s so sweet when she&rsquo;s sleeping.&rdquo;<br />
&hellip;When I&rsquo;m an old lady and live with my kids.</span></span></b>]]></summary>
</entry>
<entry>
<title>Heaven's Special child </title>
<link href="http://www.thoughts.com/kidatheart/blog/Heaven%27s-Special-child--91560/" ></link>
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<updated>2008-04-29T14:46:10-04:00</updated>
<summary type="html" ><![CDATA[<b><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #cc99ff">Heaven's Special child&nbsp;<br />
<br />
Author: Edna Massimilla <br />
<br />
<br />
A meeting was held quite far from earth, <br />
&quot;It's time again for another birth.&quot; <br />
Said the Angels to the Lord above, <br />
&quot;This special child will need much love.&quot; <br />
<br />
His progress may seem very slow, <br />
Accomplishments he may not show; <br />
And he'll require extra care <br />
From the folks he meets down there. <br />
He may not run or laugh or play. <br />
His thoughts may seem quite far away.<br />
<br />
In many ways he won't adapt, <br />
And he'll be known as handicapped. <br />
So let's be careful where he's sent; <br />
We want his life to be content.<br />
<br />
Please, Lord, find the parents who <br />
Will do a special job for You. <br />
They will not realize it right away <br />
The leading role they're asked to play.<br />
<br />
But with this child sent from above <br />
Comes stronger faith and richer love. <br />
And soon they'll know the privilege given <br />
In caring for this gift from heaven.<br />
<br />
Their precious charge, so meek and mild <br />
Is Heaven's Very Special Child.<br />
</span></span></b>]]></summary>
</entry>
<entry>
<title>A GUARDIAN ANGEL</title>
<link href="http://www.thoughts.com/kidatheart/blog/A-GUARDIAN-ANGEL-91556/" ></link>
<id>urn:uuid:056b5e05-cc30-e9c7-be88-befe1fd0286e</id>
<updated>2008-04-29T14:39:11-04:00</updated>
<summary type="html" ><![CDATA[<b><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #339966">A GUARDIAN ANGEL <br />
Author: KRISTEN M SACCARDI <br />
<br />
<br />
A Guardian Angel <br />
Flew down from above,<br />
To teach me a lesson<br />
About the powers of love. <br />
<br />
She whispered to me, <br />
Then took hold of my hand,<br />
There are so many things <br />
For you to understand. <br />
<br />
About the powers of love,<br />
And all it can do,<br />
To someone who needs<br />
To share it with you. <br />
<br />
A pat on the back,<br />
A kind smile on your face,<br />
Can make someone's life, <br />
A much brighter place. <br />
<br />
It doesn't take much, <br />
To show someone you care, <br />
To give them the love,<br />
God gave you to share. <br />
<br />
So please keep in mind,<br />
All the powers you possess,<br />
To grace someone's life, <br />
When they're in distress. <br />
<br />
You've been put on this earth <br />
To bestow the powers of love, <br />
And with those final words, <br />
She disappeared up above.</span></span></b>]]></summary>
</entry>
<entry>
<title>A Rose For A Rose</title>
<link href="http://www.thoughts.com/kidatheart/blog/A-Rose-For-A-Rose-91554/" ></link>
<id>urn:uuid:ae081384-7558-6e86-715e-162fa781d3bc</id>
<updated>2008-04-29T14:34:39-04:00</updated>
<summary type="html" ><![CDATA[<b><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #33cccc">
<p>Heartprints <br />
<br />
<a href="/blog/photos/29775"><img height="100" alt="" width="94" border="0" mce_src="/Media/Photos/kidatheart/29775_1209493825.thumb.jpg" src="/Media/Photos/kidatheart/29775_1209493825.thumb.jpg" /></a><br />
<br />
Wherever we go,<br />
Whatever we touch,<br />
We leave a telltale sign.<br />
On walls, on tables, on doorknobs,<br />
Smudges that we all leave behind.<br />
<br />
&nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<a href="/blog/photos/29776"><img style="width: 123px; height: 124px" height="100" alt="" width="100" border="0" mce_src="/Media/Photos/kidatheart/29776_1209493834.thumb.jpg" src="/Media/Photos/kidatheart/29776_1209493834.thumb.jpg" /></a><br />
<br />
<br />
My parents, my child, <br />
My friends and You, Lord<br />
Have taught me<br />
Of another kind of touch,<br />
Of Heartprints, that's the kind,<br />
That mean so very much.<br />
<br />
As I go through my day today,<br />
I will do my best to remember,<br />
That if I see a good thing, <br />
That's what I need to say<br />
And if the thought comes to me,<br />
I need to share it.<br />
<br />
<br />
And leave Heartprints<br />
Not smudges,<br />
wherever I go...<br />
<br />
<p><a href="/blog/photos/29776"><img height="100" alt="" width="100" border="0" mce_src="/Media/Photos/kidatheart/29776_1209493834.thumb.jpg" src="/Media/Photos/kidatheart/29776_1209493834.thumb.jpg" /></a></p>
<br />
<br />
Oh Lord, give me the grace to share<br />
My touch with all I see,<br />
That they may come to feel <br />
Your hand, touching them,<br />
Through me.<br />
<br />
<p><a href="/blog/photos/29776"><img height="100" alt="" width="100" border="0" mce_src="/Media/Photos/kidatheart/29776_1209493834.thumb.jpg" src="/Media/Photos/kidatheart/29776_1209493834.thumb.jpg" /></a></p>
<br />
<br />
And at the end of the day,<br />
If just one person should feel<br />
In some small, tiny way,<br />
Touched by love, or kindness,<br />
May they be moved <br />
to share that Heartprint, <br />
And spread Your touch <br />
With everything they say.<br />
<br />
<br />
<p><a href="/blog/photos/29776"><img height="100" alt="" width="100" border="0" mce_src="/Media/Photos/kidatheart/29776_1209493834.thumb.jpg" src="/Media/Photos/kidatheart/29776_1209493834.thumb.jpg" /></a></p>
<br />
<br />
May my heart touch<br />
My neighbors, with a smile,<br />
An angry, hurting child, with peacefulness,<br />
A stranger, with unexpected warmth,<br />
And my dear friends, with love that knows <br />
No bounds.<br />
<br />
Amen<br />
<br />
</span></span></b>]]></summary>
</entry>
<entry>
<title>A B C's To Live By.....</title>
<link href="http://www.thoughts.com/kidatheart/blog/A-B-C%27s-To-Live-By.....-87547/" ></link>
<id>urn:uuid:92ae1beb-80be-93d2-3338-330ba802d764</id>
<updated>2008-04-17T04:51:40-04:00</updated>
<summary type="html" ><![CDATA[<b><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #ff6600">A lthough things are not perfect<br />
B ecause of trial or pain<br />
C ontinue in thanksgiving<br />
D o not begin to blame<br />
E ven when the times are hard<br />
F ierce winds are bound to blow<br />
G od is forever able<br />
H old on to what you know<br />
I magine life without His love<br />
J oy would cease to be<br />
K eep thanking Him for all the things<br />
L ove imparts to thee<br />
M ove out of &quot;Camp Complaining&quot;<br />
N o weapon that is known<br />
O n earth can yield the power<br />
P raise can do alone<br />
Q uit looking at the future<br />
R edeem the time at hand<br />
S tart every day with worship<br />
T o &quot;thank&quot; is a command<br />
U ntil we see Him coming<br />
V ictorious in the sky<br />
W e'll run the race with gratitude<br />
X alting God most high<br />
Y es, there'll be good times and yes some will be bad, but...<br />
Z ion waits in glory...where none are ever sad!<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
&quot;I AM Too blessed to be stressed!&quot;<br />
<br />
The shortest distance between a problem and a solution<br />
is the distance between your knees and the floor.<br />
The one who kneels to the Lord can stand up to anything. Love<br />
and peace be with you forever, Amen.<br />
<br />
PS: GOD LOVES YOU...<br />
PASS THE WORD (A B C's TO LIVE BY) ON...<br />
<br />
<br />
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</span></span></b>]]></summary>
</entry>
<entry>
<title>Stressed to Your Last Nerve?</title>
<link href="http://www.thoughts.com/kidatheart/blog/Stressed-to-Your-Last-Nerve%3F-86054/" ></link>
<id>urn:uuid:0f0886f3-409e-9f5b-90e4-e76f7dd55185</id>
<updated>2008-04-13T02:46:09-04:00</updated>
<summary type="html" ><![CDATA[<b><span style="color: #99cc00"><span style="font-size: medium">Are you stressed? Irritable? Having trouble sleeping? Do you feel like screaming? Crying? Pouring a jug of water over your boss's head?<br />
<br />
We all feel stressed from time to time, so it is essential to have an arsenal of coping mechanisms at hand. Instead of heading for the refrigerator, here are some stress management tips that should help ease the pressures of life!<br />
<br />
Breathe. No kidding! Taking in a few deep cleansing breaths and slowing down does wonders. Are you ready? Breathe deep.... inhale, exhale. Ahhhhhh.<br />
<br />
Change your routine. Shake it up baby. If you've been sitting all day, get up! Let's get physical! Stretch. Walk. And ... if you've been lifting heavy boxes (anyone out there lifting???), then sit down and take a load off. Think deep thoughts.<br />
<br />
Keep things in perspective. When you find yourself in an emotional twist, ask yourself ... &quot;Will this matter in ten years? Five years? Tomorrow? In ten minutes?&quot; <br />
<br />
Smile and Laugh. Every chance you get. (Laugh lines are sexy!)<br />
<br />
Add Vitamin C to your diet. Studies show that vitamin C knocks out the secretion of stress hormones.<br />
<br />
Pray: Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee. ~ Isaiah 26:3 KJV<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ff6600">How do you let go of stress?</span></span></span></b>]]></summary>
</entry>
<entry>
<title>Ten Sunny Ways to Make Your Day a Good One!</title>
<link href="http://www.thoughts.com/kidatheart/blog/Ten-Sunny-Ways-to-Make-Your-Day-a-Good-One%21-86051/" ></link>
<id>urn:uuid:9111b98a-9f22-ddc6-ed62-4825a705ddd8</id>
<updated>2008-04-13T02:32:27-04:00</updated>
<summary type="html" ><![CDATA[<b><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">Ten Sunny Ways to Make Your Day a Good One!<br />
<br />
A good day is when I wake up remembering that a good day happens by CHOICE not chance!<br />
<br />
A good day is when I live the day in the present, being grateful for the little things in life.<br />
<br />
A good day is a day that I look back on and smile, because I allowed myself to be open to something new without realizing it at the time.<br />
<br />
A good day is when I can feel anger, pain, sadness, etc. but not let it take over.<br />
<br />
A good day is when I relax and go with the flow.<br />
<br />
A good day is drama free. (My choice, again.)<br />
<br />
A good day is when I'm aware that I'm a kind and compassionate person and treat myself that way.<br />
<br />
A good day is when I don't use excuses to paralyze my thoughts and dreams or allow fear to keep me from stepping out and doing something I believe in.<br />
<br />
A good day is connecting with people who are on the same self exploration journey as I am.<br />
<br />
A good day is the realization that EVERY DAY IS A GOOD DAY no matter what happens!<br />
</span></span></b>]]></summary>
</entry>
<entry>
<title>IF I KNEW</title>
<link href="http://www.thoughts.com/kidatheart/blog/IF-I-KNEW-86050/" ></link>
<id>urn:uuid:25673174-b914-18b9-4b55-ec221d5b4b53</id>
<updated>2008-04-13T02:28:39-04:00</updated>
<summary type="html" ><![CDATA[<b><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #3366ff">This is why I always say I love You.... <br />
<br />
<br />
This has not been broken since 9/11/01, please<br />
keep it going..<br />
This has been kept ali ve and moving since 9/11.<br />
In memory of all those who perished this morning; the<br />
passengers and the pilots on the United Air and AA flights,<br />
the first responders that perished when they could not be<br />
contacted to let them know that the building collapses were<br />
imminent, the workers in the World Trade Center and the<br />
Pentagon, and all the innocent bystanders Our prayers go out<br />
to the friends and families of the deceased.<br />
<br />
IF I KNEW<br />
<br />
If I knew it would be the last time<br />
That I'd see you fall asleep,<br />
I would tuck you in more tightly<br />
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.<br />
<br />
If I knew it would be the last time<br />
that I see you walk out the door,<br />
I would give you a hug and kiss<br />
and call you back for one more<br />
<br />
If I knew it would be the last time<br />
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,<br />
I would video tape each act and word,<br />
so I could play them bac k day after day.<br />
<br />
If I knew it would be the last time<br />
I could spare an extra minute<br />
to stop and say &quot;I love you,&quot;<br />
instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.<br />
<br />
If I knew it would be the last time<br />
I would be there to share your day,<br />
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,<br />
so I can let just this one slip away.<br />
<br />
For surely there's always tomorrow<br />
to make up for an oversight,<br />
and we always get a second chance<br />
to make everything just right.<br />
<br />
There will always be another day<br />
to say &quot;I love you,&quot;<br />
And certainly there's another chance<br />
to say our &quot;Anything I can do?&quot;<br />
<br />
But just in case I might be wrong,<br />
and today is all I get,<br />
I'd like to say how much I love you<br />
and I hope we never forget.<br />
<br />
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,<br />
young or old alike,<br />
And today may be the last chance<br />
you get to hold your loved one tight.<br />
So if you're waiting for tomorrow,<br />
why not do it today?<br />
For if tomorrow never comes,&lt; BR&gt;you'll surely<br />
regret the day,<br />
<br />
That you didn't take that extra time<br />
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss<br />
and you were too busy to grant someone,<br />
what turned out to be their one last wish.<br />
<br />
So hold your loved ones close today,<br />
and whisper in their ear,<br />
Tell them how much you love them<br />
and that you'll always hold them dear<br />
<br />
Take time to say &quot;I'm sorry,&quot;<br />
&quot;Please forgive me,&quot; &quot;Thank you,&quot; or &quot;It's<br />
okay.&quot;<br />
And if tomorrow never comes,<br />
you'll have no regrets about today.</span></span></b>]]></summary>
</entry>
<entry>
<title>Finding the Gift-Bad Days</title>
<link href="http://www.thoughts.com/kidatheart/blog/Finding-the-Gift-Bad-Days-86048/" ></link>
<id>urn:uuid:ef663013-6a80-926d-8eca-5d9272373146</id>
<updated>2008-04-13T02:22:56-04:00</updated>
<summary type="html" ><![CDATA[<b><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #00ff00">We all have days when it feels like the world is against us or that the chaos we are experiencing will never end. One negative circumstance seems to lead to another. You may wonder, on a bad day, whether anything in your life will ever go right again. But a bad day, like any other day, can be a gift. Having a bad day can show you that it is time to slow down, change course, or lighten up. A bad day can help you glean wisdom you might otherwise have overlooked or discounted. Bad days can certainly cause you to experience uncomfortable feelings you would prefer to avoid, yet a bad day may also give you a potent means to learn about yourself. <br />
<br />
You may consider a bad day to be one where you have missed an important meeting because your car stalled or the dryer broke or you received a piece of very bad news earlier in the morning. Multiple misfortunes that take place, one after the other, can leave us feeling vulnerable and intens ely cognizant of our fragility. Although bad days can only have a long-term negative effect on us if we let them. It is better to ask yourself what you can learn from these kinds of days. The state of your bad day may be an indicator that you need to stay in and hibernate or let go of your growing negativity. <br />
<br />
Bad days contribute to the people we become. Though we may feel discouraged and distressed on our bad days, a bad day can teach us patience and perseverance. It is important to remember that your attitude drives your destiny and that one negative experience does not have to be the beginning of an ongoing stroke of bad luck. A bad day is memorable because it is one day among many good days. Otherwise, we would not even bother to acknowledge it as a bad day. Know, too, that everybody has bad days. You are not alone, the world is not against you. Tomorrow is a brand new day, greet it with love and watch it unfold into perhaps, a better day!!</span></span></b>]]></summary>
</entry>
<entry>
<title>Mask</title>
<link href="http://www.thoughts.com/kidatheart/blog/Mask-82927/" ></link>
<id>urn:uuid:f8f365c0-b3a5-fb2f-79d2-5ce33422df99</id>
<updated>2008-04-04T00:20:42-04:00</updated>
<summary type="html" ><![CDATA[<span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #ff0000">Mask<br />
There's a hidden feeling inside me<br />
Its bottled up and it wants to be free<br />
Tears well up in my eyes every night<br />
From trying to make my life look alright<br />
Though I am troubled I wear a bright grin<br />
Shrouding the sadness I'm feeling within<br />
<br />
How come they don't cry?<br />
They all act so strong,<br />
I hide behind this mask<br />
To feel like I belong.<br />
<br />
I want to be myself<br />
Not hold everything inside<br />
To step into the light<br />
And never try to hide<br />
<br />
But maybe they would judge me<br />
If I dared to let them know<br />
What I truly believe<br />
Afraid to let it show<br />
<br />
My old leather Bible<br />
Rests by my bedside<br />
Begs to be opened<br />
It's not satisfied<br />
<br />
During the week<br />
It just gathers dust<br />
When Sunday rolls around<br />
My life, I'll adjust<br />
<br />
I cry out to God<br />
For two lives I seem to live<br />
Though I keep failing him<br />
He continues to forgive<br />
<br />
Then its Monday-<br />
Time to hide my fears<br />
I'm filled with sadness<br />
But I bottle up my tears<br />
<br />
I put on the mask of a happy girl<br />
But inside my life's just a whirl<br />
Struggling to keep the happy face<br />
Though I'm feeling like a disgrace<br />
<br />
How can I lend a hand<br />
To others in need?<br />
I need that hand for myself<br />
Struggling with the greed<br />
<br />
I wish I could help others<br />
Who are going through a hard time<br />
But I feel like I&rsquo;m the one<br />
Facing the hardest climb<br />
<br />
Tears begin pouring down<br />
Like steady rushing streams<br />
I rethink my values<br />
Rethink my dreams<br />
<br />
On Sunday I dream<br />
Of being God's child<br />
On Monday I hope<br />
My life isn't too wild<br />
<br />
Which dream do I want?<br />
Which dream shall I choose?<br />
I want to be God's child<br />
What could I lose?<br />
<br />
I begin to turn my life around<br />
I know I was lost, but now I feel found<br />
All I want to do is follow my king<br />
Show his goodness to the world<br />
Let his glory sing. </span></span>]]></summary>
</entry>
<entry>
<title>A Childs Playground</title>
<link href="http://www.thoughts.com/kidatheart/blog/A-Childs-Playground-82922/" ></link>
<id>urn:uuid:46f10dff-951e-847c-a511-1b7adba5eb6a</id>
<updated>2008-04-04T00:11:54-04:00</updated>
<summary type="html" ><![CDATA[<b><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #cc99ff">Look at the innocent smile they hold<br />
seeing a rainbow, a promise of gold,<br />
watch as they play in a park such fun<br />
skipping, jumping, see how they run.<br />
<br />
Listen to them whilst games they play<br />
so funny the things you hear them say,<br />
yet I can recall when I was that young<br />
how life was a dream, songs we sung.<br />
<br />
Like my children now with imagination<br />
a playground I made, a world of creation,<br />
swings became planes to soar in the sky,<br />
the ground was the ocean that over I fly.<br />
<br />
Just like them now they climb on a frame<br />
in pretence it&rsquo;s a mountain, I did the same,<br />
a slide, a shoot from a Thunderbirds scene<br />
it&rsquo;s off to a rescue, just look how they're keen.<br />
<br />
The world is their oyster, life is a dream<br />
so happy their faces see how they beam,<br />
how sad it is knowing children will grow<br />
losing these times in childhood we show.</span></span></b>]]></summary>
</entry>
<entry>
<title>You Grow Much Better</title>
<link href="http://www.thoughts.com/kidatheart/blog/You-Grow-Much-Better-82921/" ></link>
<id>urn:uuid:fa5cf658-53e7-54ca-c326-f236048c2204</id>
<updated>2008-04-04T00:06:35-04:00</updated>
<summary type="html" ><![CDATA[<b><span style="color: #ffff00"><br />
You Grow Much Better<br />
You are the one<br />
People can love.<br />
The one so many<br />
Can accept and admire.<br />
<br />
Not for how smart, talented,<br />
Or popular you are.<br />
Not for what kind of music you like<br />
Or how you dress,<br />
But for YOU.<br />
<br />
Your thoughts, your heart,<br />
Your feelings.<br />
<br />
Happy and sad, bright and dark,<br />
Up and down, good and bad.<br />
<br />
There's only one person<br />
In the whole world like you;<br />
That's something to be proud of.<br />
There never has and never will be<br />
Anyone exactly like you;<br />
<br />
You should count your blessings.<br />
<br />
Believing wholeheartedly<br />
In who you are,<br />
Believing truthfully<br />
In the way you think and feel,<br />
Believing deeply<br />
In life's positive side,<br />
The world's magical aspect,<br />
Humanity's greatest assets<br />
<br />
You grow much better.<br />
<br />
<br />
</span></b>]]></summary>
</entry>
<entry>
<title>Why Women Are Crabby</title>
<link href="http://www.thoughts.com/kidatheart/blog/Why-Women-Are-Crabby-82311/" ></link>
<id>urn:uuid:607f1ef2-ed04-45b6-cdbd-f2178dfb06d6</id>
<updated>2008-04-02T09:20:00-04:00</updated>
<summary type="html" ><![CDATA[<b><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #00ff00">Why Women Are Crabby <br />
<br />
We started to 'bud' in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find that anything that came in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurt so bad it brought us to tears. So came the ridiculously uncomfortable training bra contraption that the boys in school would snap until we had calluses on our backs. <br />
<span style="color: #33cccc"><br />
Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Along with those budding boobs, we bloated, we cramped, we got the hormone crankies, had to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn't even know we had. <br />
</span><span style="color: #339966"><br />
Our next little rite of passage was having sex for the first time which was about as much fun as having a ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right and didn't end up with his little cart before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was about.</span> <br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ff00ff">Then it was off to Motherhood where we learned to live on dry crackers and water for a few months so we didn't spend the entire day leaning over Brother John . Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we learned to live with the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we were preparing to have Rosemary's Baby.</span> <br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">Our once flat bellies looked like we swallowed a whole watermelon and we pee'd our pants every time we sneezed. When the big moment arrived, the dam in our blessed Nether Regions invariably burst right in the middle of the mall and we had to waddle, with our big cartoon feet, moaning in pain all the way to the ER. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #cc99ff">Then it was huff and puff and beg to die while theOB ? says, 'Please stop screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar . Calm down and push. 'Just one more good push' (more like 10), warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the <br />
%$#*@*#!* hubby and doctor square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling, mushroom-headed 10 pound bowling ball through a keyhole. <br />
</span><br />
After that, it was time to raise those angels only to find that when all that 'cute' wears off, the beautiful little darlings morphed into walking, jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines. <span style="color: #ff0000">Then come their 'Teen Years.' Need I say more? </span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ff6600">When the kids are almost grown, we women hit our voracious sexual prime in our early 40's - while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th birthday. <br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #00ccff">So we progress into the grand finale: 'The Menopause,' the Grandmother of all womanhood. It's either take HRT and chance cancer in those now seasoned 'buds' or the aforementioned Nether Regions, or, sweat like a hog in July, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off anything that moves. <br />
</span><br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men, when men get off so easy, INCLUDING the icing o n life's cake: Being able to pee in the woods without soaking their socks... </span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #0000ff">So, while I love being a woman, 'Womanhood' would make the Great Gandhi a tad crabby. You think women are the 'weaker sex?' Yeah right. Bite me. <br />
</span><br />
<br />
GOOD FRIENDS ARE THE RARE JEWELS OF LIFE...<br />
DIFFICULT TO FIND AND IMPOSSIBLE TO REPLACE!<br />
<br />
</span><span style="color: #ff6600"><span style="">HAVE A GREAT DAY TODAY <br />
AND A BETTER TOMORROW!<br />
<br />
</span></span></span></b>]]></summary>
</entry>
<entry>
<title>Have a great day my Friend!</title>
<link href="http://www.thoughts.com/kidatheart/blog/Have-a-great-day-my-Friend%21-82306/" ></link>
<id>urn:uuid:ef26a5c4-3b75-7592-5ac8-02710e0c7b6f</id>
<updated>2008-04-02T09:15:00-04:00</updated>
<summary type="html" ><![CDATA[<b><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #0000ff">Have a great day my Friend!<br />
<br />
<p><a href="/blog/photos/27078"><img height="66" alt="" width="100" border="0" mce_src="/Media/Photos/kidatheart/27078_1207141985.thumb.jpg" src="/Media/Photos/kidatheart/27078_1207141985.thumb.jpg" /></a></p>
Life is too short to wake up with regrets. <br />
Love the people who treat you right. <br />
Forget about the ones who don't. <br />
Believe everything happens for a reason. <br />
If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands. <br />
If it changes your life, let it. <br />
Nobody said life would be easy. <br />
They just promised it would be worth it.&nbsp;<br />
<p><a href="/blog/photos/27079"><img height="100" alt="" width="99" border="0" mce_src="/Media/Photos/kidatheart/27079_1207142079.thumb.jpg" src="/Media/Photos/kidatheart/27079_1207142079.thumb.jpg" /></a></p>
Friends are like balloons. <br />
Once you let them go, you can't get them back. <br />
So I'm gonna tie you to my heart so I never lose you. <br />
</span></span></b>]]></summary>
</entry>
<entry>
<title>Fake Friends vs Real Friends</title>
<link href="http://www.thoughts.com/kidatheart/blog/Fake-Friends-vs-Real-Friends-81879/" ></link>
<id>urn:uuid:016454c0-819a-e75f-50f8-7ad3df7bcb6f</id>
<updated>2008-04-01T09:25:00-04:00</updated>
<summary type="html" ><![CDATA[<span style="color: #ff0000"><b><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="">FAKE FRiENDS</span></span></b></span><b><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #3366ff">: Never ask for food. <br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">REAl FRiENDS</span>: are the reason you have no food. <br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">FAKE FRiENDS</span>: Call your parents Mr/Mrs <br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">REAl FRiENDS</span>: Call your parents DAD/MOM <br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">FAKE FRiENDS</span>: bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong. <br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">REAl FRiENDS</span>: Would sit next to you sayin &quot;Damn ... we fucked up... but that shit was fun&quot; <br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">FAKE FRiENDS</span>: never seen you cry. <br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">REAl FRiENDS</span>: cry with you <br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">FAKE FRiENDS</span>: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back. <br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">REAl FRiENDS</span>: keep your shit so long they forget its yours. <br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">FAKE FRiENDS</span>: know a few things about you. <br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">REAl FRiENDS</span>: Could write a book about you with direct quotes from you. <br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">FA</span><span style="color: #ff0000">KE FRiENDS</span>: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing. <br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">REAl FRiENDS</span>: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you. <br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">FAKE FRiENDS</span>: Would knock on your front door. <br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">REAl FRiENDS</span>: Walk right in and say &quot;I'M HOME!&quot; <br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">FAKE FRiENDS</span>: Are for awhile. <br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">REAl FRiENDS</span>: Are for life. <br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">FAKE FRiENDS</span>: Will take your drink away when they think you've had enough. <br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">REAl FRiENDS</span>: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say &quot;Bitch drink the rest of that you know we don't waste shit.&quot; <br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">FAKE FRiENDS</span>: will talk shit to the person who talks shit about you. <br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">REAl FRiENDS</span>: Will knock them the fuck out <br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">FAKE FRiENDS</span>: Would ignore this <br />
<span style="color: #ff0000">REAl FRiENDS</span>: Will send this to all there real friends and hope toget it back!! </span></span></b>]]></summary>
</entry>
<entry>
<title>&quot;Bad Medicine&quot;</title>
<link href="http://www.thoughts.com/kidatheart/blog/%22Bad-Medicine%22-81509/" ></link>
<id>urn:uuid:6ea1b00c-2af5-2420-e28a-6007dec7fbfb</id>
<updated>2008-03-31T11:00:00-04:00</updated>
<summary type="html" ><![CDATA[<b><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #00ccff">Lyric: &quot;Bad Medicine&quot;<br />
<br />
Your love is like bad medicine<br />
Bad medicine is what I need<br />
Woah, shake it up just like bad medicine<br />
There aint no doctor that can cure my disease<br />
Bad medicine<br />
<br />
I aint got a fever got a permanent disease<br />
And it'll take more than a doctor to prescribe a remedy<br />
And I got lots of money but it isn't what I need<br />
Gonna take more than a shot to get this poison outta me<br />
And I got all the symptoms, count 'em 1 2 3<br />
<br />
First you need (Thats what you get for falling in love)<br />
Then you bleed (You get a little and its never enough)<br />
On your knees (Thats what you get for falling in love)<br />
And now this boys addicted cause your kiss is the drug<br />
<br />
Your love is like bad medicine<br />
Bad medicine is what I need<br />
Shake it up just like bad medicine<br />
There aint no doctor that can cure my disease<br />
Bad, bad medicine<br />
<br />
I don't need no needle to be giving me a thrill<br />
And I don't need no anesthesia or a nurse to bring a pill<br />
I got a dirty down addiction that doesn't leave a track<br />
I got a jolt for your affection like a monkey on my back<br />
There aint no paramedic gonna save this heart attack<br />
<br />
When you need (Thats what you get for falling in love)<br />
Then you bleed (You get a little and its never enough)<br />
On your knees (Thats what you get for falling in love)<br />
Now this boys addcited cause your kiss is the drug<br />
<br />
Your love is like bad medicine<br />
Bad medicine is what I need<br />
Shake it up just like bad medicine<br />
So lets play doctor baby, cure my disease<br />
Bad, bad medicine ... is what I want<br />
Bad, bad medicine ... its what I need<br />
<br />
I need a respirator cause I'm running out of breath<br />
Your an all night generator<br />
Wrapped in stockings and a dress<br />
When you find your medicine you take what you can get<br />
Cause if theres something better baby well they haven't found it yet<br />
<br />
Your love is like bad medicine<br />
Bad medicine is what I need<br />
Shake it up just like bad medicine<br />
There aint no doctor that can cure my disease<br />
<br />
Your love is like bad medicine<br />
Bad medicine is what I need<br />
Shake it up just like bad medicine<br />
Your loves the potion that can cure my disease<br />
Bad, bad medicine ... is what I want<br />
Bad, bad medicine<br />
<br />
I gotta go, I gotta, I gotta go, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta<br />
I gotta do it again, wait a minute, wait a minute<br />
Hold on ... I'm not done<br />
One more time, with feeling ... come on<br />
Alright, help me out now<br />
<br />
Your love is like Bad medicine<br />
Bad medicine is what I need<br />
Shake it up just like bad medicine<br />
Your got the potion that can cure my disease<br />
Your love ... bad medicine<br />
Your kiss is what I need<br />
Your love ... bad medicine (less)&nbsp;<br />
<br />
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</entry>
<entry>
<title>You Had A Bad Day </title>
<link href="http://www.thoughts.com/kidatheart/blog/You-Had-A-Bad-Day--81501/" ></link>
<id>urn:uuid:5747b446-a284-2d8d-91e6-277e118ebaf1</id>
<updated>2008-03-31T10:40:00-04:00</updated>
<summary type="html" ><![CDATA[<b><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #ffcc00">Where is the moment we needed the most <br />
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost <br />
They tell me your blue skies fade to grey <br />
They tell me your passion's gone away <br />
And I don't need no carryin' on <br />
<br />
You stand in the line just to hit a new low <br />
You're faking a smile with the coffee to go <br />
You tell me your life's been way off line <br />
You're falling to pieces everytime <br />
And I don't need no carryin' on <br />
<br />
Cause you had a bad day <br />
You're taking one down <br />
You sing a sad song just to turn it around <br />
You say you don't know <br />
You tell me don't lie <br />
You work at a smile and you go for a ride <br />
You had a bad day <br />
The camera don't lie <br />
You're coming back down and you really don't mind <br />
You had a bad day <br />
You had a bad day <br />
<br />
Well you need a blue sky holiday <br />
The point is they laugh at what you say <br />
And I don't need no carryin' on <br />
<br />
You had a bad day...<br />
<br />
(Oh.. Holiday..) <br />
<br />
Sometimes the system goes on the blink <br />
And the whole thing turns out wrong <br />
You might not make it back and you know <br />
That you could be well oh that strong <br />
And I'm not wrong <br />
<br />
So where is the passion when you need it the most <br />
Oh you and I <br />
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost <br />
<br />
Cause you had a bad day <br />
You're taking one down <br />
You sing a sad song just to turn it around <br />
You say you don't know <br />
You tell me don't lie <br />
You work at a smile and you go for a ride <br />
You had a bad day <br />
You've seen what you like <br />
And how does it feel for one more time <br />
You had a bad day <br />
You had a bad day (less)&nbsp;<br />
<br />
<br />
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</entry>
<entry>
<title>7 UP - HOW GREAT THOU ART</title>
<link href="http://www.thoughts.com/kidatheart/blog/7-UP---HOW-GREAT-THOU-ART-80511/" ></link>
<id>urn:uuid:87008295-5b4c-16aa-3493-09d9a8901e2d</id>
<updated>2008-03-28T12:26:44-04:00</updated>
<summary type="html" ><![CDATA[<b><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #993366">1. Wake Up!!<br />
<br />
Decide to have a good day.<br />
<br />
&quot;This is the day the Lord hath made;<br />
<br />
let us rejoice and be glad in it.&quot;<br />
<br />
Psalms 118:24<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
2. Dress Up!!<br />
<br />
The best way to dress up is to put on a smile<br />
<br />
A smile is and inexpensive way to improve your looks.<br />
<br />
'The Lord does not look at the thing man looks at.<br />
<br />
Man looks at outward appearance,<br />
<br />
but the Lord looks at the heart.'<br />
<br />
I Samuel 16:7<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
3. Shut Up!!<br />
Say nice things and learn to listen.<br />
God gave us two ears and one mouth,<br />
so He must have meant for us to do twice as much listening as talking.<br />
<br />
'He who guards his lips guards his soul.'<br />
Proverbs 13:3<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
4. Stand Up!!<br />
...for what you believe in.<br />
<br />
Stand for something or you will fall for anything.<br />
<br />
'Let us not be weary in doing good; for at the proper time,<br />
<br />
we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.<br />
<br />
Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good...''<br />
<br />
Galatians 6:9-10<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
5. Look up!!<br />
<br />
...to the Lord.<br />
<br />
'I can do everything through Christ who strengthens me'.<br />
<br />
Philippians 4:13<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
6. Reach Up !!<br />
. . . for something higher.<br />
'Trust in the Lord with all your heart,<br />
and lean not unto your own understanding.<br />
In all your ways, acknowledge Him, and He will direct your path.'<br />
Proverbs 3:5-6<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
7. Lift Up !!<br />
. . your Prayers.<br />
'Do not worry about anything; instead<br />
PRAY ABOUT EVERYTHING.'<br />
Philippians 4:6 <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
A POSITIVE THOUGHT<br />
<br />
If God had a refrigerator, your picture<br />
<br />
would be on it.<br />
<br />
If He had a wallet, your photo would<br />
<br />
be in it.<br />
<br />
He sends you flowers every spring,<br />
<br />
and a sunrise every morning.<br />
<br />
Whenever you want to talk, He'll listen<br />
<br />
He could live anywhere in the universe, and He chose your heart.<br />
<br />
What about the Christmas gift He sent you in Bethlehem;<br />
<br />
not to mention the Friday at Calvary. <br />
<br />
Face it, he is crazy about you.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I thought this was mighty special, just like you.<br />
Pass this on and brighten someone's day.<br />
<br />
</span></span></b>]]></summary>
</entry>
<entry>
<title>Friends Forever</title>
<link href="http://www.thoughts.com/kidatheart/blog/Friends-Forever-80509/" ></link>
<id>urn:uuid:27908644-3a5a-87fa-1a67-aef8e69e6ff8</id>
<updated>2008-03-28T12:19:12-04:00</updated>
<summary type="html" ><![CDATA[<b><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #00ff00">Sometimes in life, you find a special friend;<br />
<br />
Someone who changes your life<br />
<br />
Just by being part of it.<br />
<br />
Someone who makes you laugh<br />
Until you can't stop;<br />
<br />
Someone who makes you believe<br />
That there really is good in the world.<br />
<br />
Someone who convinces you<br />
That there really is an unlocked door<br />
Just waiting for you to open it.<br />
<br />
Always try to help a friend in need <br />
<br />
Believe in yourself <br />
<br />
Be brave...but it's ok to be afraid sometimes <br />
<br />
Give lots of kisses <br />
<br />
Laugh often <br />
<br />
Don't be overly concerned with your weight,<br />
<br />
it's just a number <br />
<br />
Always try to see the glass half full <br />
<br />
Meet new people, even if they look different to you <br />
<br />
Remain calm, even when it seems hopeless <br />
<br />
Take lots of naps.. <br />
<br />
Be weird whenever you have the chance <br />
<br />
Love your friends, no matter who they are <br />
<br />
RELAX <br />
<br />
Take an occasional risk <br />
<br />
<br />
Try to have a little fun each day.<br />
...it's important <br />
<br />
<br />
Work together as a team <br />
<br />
Share a joke with friends <br />
<br />
Fall in love with someone.. <br />
<br />
...and say &quot;I love you&quot; often <br />
<br />
Express yourself creatively <br />
<br />
Be conscious of your appearance <br />
<br />
Always be up for surprises <br />
<br />
Love someone with all of your heart <br />
<br />
Share with friends <br />
<br />
Watch your step <br />
<br />
It will get better <br />
<br />
There is always someone who <br />
<br />
loves you more than you know <br />
<br />
Exercise to keep fit <br />
<br />
Live up to your name <br />
<br />
Seize the Moment <br />
<br />
Hold on to good friends; <br />
<br />
they are few and far between <br />
<br />
Indulge in the things you truly love <br />
<br />
Cherish every Sunday <br />
<br />
At the end of the day... PRAY <br />
<br />
....... And close your eyes<br />
<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And smile at least once a day! <br />
<br />
<span style="color: #00ccff">Life is Short<br />
<br />
They say it takes a minute<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;to find a special person,<br />
an hour to appreciate them.<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; a day to love them,<br />
but then an entire life<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; to forget them.<br />
<br />
Say this phrase to the people<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; you'll never forget.<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Its a short message<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; to let them know<br />
that you'll never forget them.<br />
<br />
So don't foget about your friends<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; they are the ones that will <br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; be therefor you.Through the&nbsp;<br />
pain,crying or just a shoulder to cry <br />
on, you can count on your friends.<br />
<br />
Tell your friends today what they <br />
mean to you.<br />
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