Hello

these are some things i have found

A poem I am passing on about child abuse, I hope you pass it on too.

My name is Tiffany, I am three, My eyes are swollen, I cannot see,

I must be stupid, I must be bad, What else could have made, My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better, I wish I weren’t ugly, Then maybe my mommy, Would still want to hug me,

I can’t do a wrong, I can’t speak at all, Or else im locked up, All day long,

When im awake im all alone, The house is dark, My folks aren’t home, When my mommy does come home,

I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll just get, One whipping tonight, I just heard a car,

My daddy is back, From Charlie’s bar, I hear him curse, My name is called,

I press myself, Against the wall, I try to hide, From his evil eyes,

I’m so afraid now, I’m starting to cry, He finds me weeping, Calls me ugly words,

He says its my fault, He suffers at work, He slaps and hits me, And yells at me more,

I finally get free, And run to the door, He’s already locked it, And I start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me, Against the hard wall, I fall to the floor, With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues, With more bad words spoken, "I’m sorry!", I scream, But its now much to late,

His face has been twisted, Into a unimaginable shape, The hurt and the pain, Again and again,

O please God, have mercy! O please let it end! And he finally stops, and heads for the door,

While I lay there motionless, Sprawled on the floor, My name is tiffany, I am three, Tonight my daddy, Murdered me,

And you can help to stop this for others.

And if you read this and don’t pass it on

I pray for your forgiveness because you would have to be

One heartless person to not be effected

By this poem and because you are effected,

Do something about it! So all I ask you to do

Is pass this on! If you are against child abuse.

Girls
are like
apples on trees.
The best ones are
at the top of the tree.The
boys don't want to reach
for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they're amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, the one who's
brave enough to
climb all
the way
to the top
of the tree.

YOUR BOY SIDE

x You love hoodies.
x You love jeans.
xDogs are better than cats.
It's hilarious when people get hurt.
x You've played with/against boys on a team.
Shopping is torture.
x Sad movies suck.
x You own/ed an X-Box.
Played with Hotwheel cars as a kid.
x At some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter.
x You own/ed a DS, PS2 or Sega.
xYou used to be obsessed with Power Rangers.
You watch sports on TV.
Gory movies are cool.
You go to your dad for advice.
You own like a trillion baseball caps.
You like going to high school football games.
You used to/do collect football/baseball cards.
xBaggy pants are cool to wear.
x It's kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.
x Green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favorite colors.
x You love to go crazy and not care what people think.
Sports are fun
x Talk with food in your mouth.
Sleep with your socks on at night

TOTAL: 13

YOUR GIRL SIDE:

x You wear lip gloss/chapstick.
x You love to shop.
You wear eyeliner.
x You wear the color pink
Go to your mom for advice.
xYou consider cheerleading a sport.
You hate wearing the color black.
x You like hanging out at the mall.
You like getting manicures and/or pedicures.
x You like wearing jewelry.
Skirts are a big part of your wardrobe.
xShopping is one of your favorite hobbies.
You don't like the movie Star Wars.
You were in gymnastics/dance?
It takes you around/ more one hour to shower, get dressed, and make-up.
x You smile a lot more than you should.
You have more than 10 pairs of shoes.
You care about what you look like.
xYou like wearing dresses when you can.
You like wearing body spray/perfume/cologne.
x You love the movies.
x Used to play with dolls as little kid.
x Like putting make-up on someone else for the joy/joke of it.
Like being the star of every thing

TOTAL:13

Pick the month you were born:
January--I kicked
February--I loved
March--I kissed
April--I licked
May--I jumped on
June--I smelled
July--I did the Macarena With
August--I had lunch with
September--I danced with
October--I sang to
November--I yelled at
December--I ran over

Pick the day (number) you were born on:
1--a birdbath
2--a monster
3--a phone
4--a fork
5--a snowman
6--a gangster
7--my mobile phone
8--my dog
9--my best friends' boyfriend
10--my neighbor
11--my science teacher
12--a banana
13--a fireman
14--a stuffed animal
15--a goat
16--a pickle
17--your mom
18--a spoon
19-- - a smurf
20--a baseball bat
21--a ninja
22--Chuck Norris
23--a noodle
24--a squirrel
25--a football player
26--my sister
27--my brother
28--an ipod
29--a surfer
30--a llama
31--A homeless guy

Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:
White--because I'm cool like that
Black--because that's how I roll.
Pink--because I'm crazy.
Red--because the voices told me to.
Blue--because I'm sexy and I do what I want
Green--because I think I need some serious help.
Purple--because I'm AWESOME!
Gray--because Big Bird said to and he's my leader.
Yellow--because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars
Orange--because my family thinks I'm stupid anyway.
Brown--because I can..
Other--because I'm a Ninja!
None--because I can't control myself!

Write 11 of your fave Twilight characters in whatever order and follow the instructions below:

1. Alice Cullen

2. Emmett Cullen

3. Jasper Hale
4. Esme Cullen
5. Edward Cullen

6. Bella Swan/Cullen
7.Seth Clearwater
8.Calisle Cullen
9. Angela Weber
10. Rosalie Hale

11. Renesmee Cullen

1) Have you ever read a Six/Eleven fanfic before?- NO

2) Do you think Four is hot? to Calisle Yes

3) What would happen if Eleven got Eight pregnant? Um, it's probably better if Eight got Eleven pregnant, but if that happenen ewww

4) Do you recall any fics about Nine? -nup

5) Would Two and Six make a good couple? umm

6) Five/Nine or Five/Ten? -neither but most likely Edward and Angela

7) What would happen if Seven walked in on Two and One in an awkward situation? -ummm wrong much!!"

8) Make up a summary of a Three/Ten Fanfic. -Emmett and alice get hyper, can the hales ,Jasper and Rosalie ,save the world from the hyper vampires

9) Is there any such thing as a One/Eight fluff? -dear god I hope not

10) Suggest a title for a Seven/Ten Hurt/Comfort fic.- The substitute?

11) What kind of plot would you use if you wanted Four to go out with One? no just no

12) Does anyone on your friends list read Three slash? -I dont know

13) Does anyone on your friends list write or draw Eleven? -I DONT KNOW

14) Would anyone on your friends list write Two/Four/Five? -I DONT KNOW

15) What might ten scream at a moment of great passion? - Um...

16) If you wrote a song-fic about Eight, what song would you choose? -breathing hope-??

17) If you wrote a One/Six/Ten fic, what would the warning be? - WARNING:DEATH OF MAKE UP AND SHOPPING LIKELY

18) What might be a good pick-up line for Ten to use on Two? wtf they're married

19) "(1) and (7) are in a happy relationship until (7) runs off with (4). (1), brokenhearted, has a hot one-night stand with (11) and a brief unhappy affair with (9), then follows the wise advice of (5) and finds true love with (3)."

Alice and Seth (okay) are in a happy relationship until Seth runs off with Esme(umm). Alice, brokenhearted, has a hot one-night stand with Renesmee(ew ew ewww) and a brief unhappy affair with Angela(save me), then follows the wise advice of Edward(so true) and finds true love with Jasper."(YaY no weirdness)

AWARDS

NONE yet

There was
a blind girl who hated herself because she was blind. She
hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always
there for her. She told her boyfriend, 'If I could only see
the world, I will marry you.'

One day,
someone donated a pair of eyes to her. When the bandages
came off, she was able to see everything, including her
boyfriend.

He asked
her,'Now that you can see the world, will you marry me?' The
girl looked at her boyfriend and saw that he was blind. The
sight of his closed eyelids shocked her. She hadn't expected
that. The thought of looking at them the rest of her life
led her to refuse to marry him.

Her
boyfriend left in tears and days later wrote a note to her
saying: 'Take good care of your eyes, my dear, for before
they were yours, they were mine.'

HOW COULD YOU? - By Jim Willis, 2001 When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day. Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog ," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family, " but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the 2 nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago & made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads & asked "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her . It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

A Note from the Author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American & Canadian animal shelters. Please use this to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter animals in order to prevent unwanted animals. Please pass this on to everyone, not to hurt them or make them sad, but it could save maybe, even one, unwanted pet. Remember...They love UNCONDITIONALLY.