Hey everyone thamks for coming on my page!! i just started this so this should be fun to write stories!! My main thing is that im going to write lots of twilight stories so to all those twilght im going to try to make the best strories i can make!! Hope you like them!!

FAVORITE BOOKS

Twilight Saga, The Shack, Nobodys Princess, Nobodys Prize and so on

FAVORITE MOVIES

Twilight, Titanic, NoteBook, Ghost of Girlfriends Past, 17 again, so on

If you love God with your whole heart and are 100 percent proud of it, copy & paste this in your profile.

Even when you cant see Him, GOD is there! if you believe in GOD put this in your profile.

GOD RULES!!

If you hate britney spears, paste this to your profile

If you love reading, copy this into your profile

If you love starbucks, copy this into your profile

If you go to a private school, copy this into your profile

If you love GOD more than anything, copy this into your profile

If you've been on the computer for hours on end, reading numerous fanfictions, copy this onto your profile.

If you've ever copied and pasted something onto your profile, copy and paste this onto your profile.

If you've ever burst out laughing in a quiet room, copy this into your profile.

If you forgot your phone number when some one asks for it copy this into your profile.

If you've ever asked a really stupid, obvious question, copy and paste this onto your profile.

If you have ever been watching a T.V show, and when the commercials came on you forgot

If you want child abuse to STOP, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you have ever been so obsessed with something everyone became scared of you because of its effects, copy this into your profile.

If you have ever had a mad laughing fit for absolutely no reason, copy and paste this into your profile.

If your friends are WEIRD (But not as weird as you) put this on your

profile.

These are stories and poems that are about sad things theirs also good things and scary things too! Try not to cry!

This is a story about God. Read if you believe in him, and read even if you don't.

A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.

As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.

The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won’t repost it?

Repost this if you truly believe in God.

My name is tyler 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 cant do a wrong I cant speak at all
Or else im locked up All day long. When im awake im all alone The house is dark My folks arent home When my momm y does come home I'll try and be nice, So maybe ill just get One whipping tonight. I just heard a car My daddy is back From Chariles bar I hear him curse My name is called I press myself Against the wall I try to hide From his evil eyes Im 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 Hes already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws m e Against the hard wall I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken, "Im 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 Tyler I am three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me And you can help Sickens me to the soul, And if you read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgivness

Her name was Aurora
She was only five
This is what happened
When she was alive

Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic

Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair

She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound

Until her parents
come back and for sure
There is more pain
She'll have to endure

A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bear
And softly cries
She loves her parents
But they want her to die

She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
" God, why? Why is
My life always sinking? "

Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did

Then one night
Her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by

Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made

She thrusted the blade
Right in her chest,
" You deserve to die
You worthless pest! "

The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying

Police showed up
At the small little house
They quickly barged in
Everything was as quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lying on the floor

It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms

Child abuse - MAKE IT STOP!

If you dislike child abuse as much as I do, copy and paste this onto your profile.

Went to a party Mom...

I went to a party,
And remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom,
so I had a sprite instead.
I felt proud of myself,
The way you said I would,
that I didn't drink and drive,
though some friends said I should.
I made a healthy choice,
And your advice to me was right.
The party finally ended,
and the kids drove out of sight.
I got into my car,
Sure to get home in one piece.
I never knew what was coming, Mom,
something I expected least.
Now I'm lying on the pavement,
And I hear the policeman say,
the kid that caused this wreck was drunk,
Mom, his voice seems far away.
My own blood's all around me,
As I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
this girl is going to die.
I'm sure the guy had no idea,
While he was flying high.
Because he chose to drink and drive,
now I would have to die.
So why do people do it, Mom
Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me,
like a hundred stabbing knives.
Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom
Tell daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven,
put ' Mommy's Girl' on my grave.
Someone should have taught him,
That it's wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had,
I'd still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter,
Mom I'm getting really scared
These are my final moments,
and I'm so unprepared.
I wish that you could hold me Mom,
As I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say, 'I love you, Mom!'
So I love you and goodbye.

Read this and if you and if you don't cry, or at least feel emotion, there's something wrong with you.

Try Not To Cry:

Mommy...Johnny brought a gun to school,

He told his friends that it was cool,

And when he pulled the trigger back,

It shot with a great, huge crack.

Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told,

I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!

When I went to school that day,

I never said good-bye.

I'm sorry that I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.

When Johnny shot the gun, he hit me and another,

And all because Johnny, got the gun from his brother.

Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,

And please tell Zack; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush.

And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,

And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now

And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best

Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest

Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,

And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass

Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one, though. deserves this.

But mommy, it's not fair, I left without a kiss.

And Mommy tell the doctors; I know that they really did try

I think I even saw one doctor, trying not to cry.

Mommy, I'm slowly dying, with a bullet in my chest,

But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest

When I heard that great, big crack, I ran as fast as I could

please listen to me if you would,

I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new

I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo

I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,

I wanted to be an actress, I really wanted to live.

But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,

Mommy, tell my Zack, I'm sorry I had to cancel the date.

I love you Mommy, I always have, I know you know its true

And Mommy all I need to say is, "Mommy, I love you"

In Memory of The Columbine & Virginia Tech
Students Who Were Lost

Please if you would,
Don't smash this on the ground.

If you pass this on,

Maybe people will cry,

Just keep this in your heart,

For the people who didn't get to say "Good-bye".

Now you have 2 choices,

1) Pass this on, and show people you care, repost as
"Try Not To Cry"
2) Don't send it, and you have just proven how
cold-hearted you really are...

CREEPY!!

This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murder chanted, "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read this chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.

A TEENAGER'S VIEW OF HEAVEN

17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class.. The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told his father, Bruce. "It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote.." It also was the last.

Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted..

The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it," Mrs. Moore said of the essay.. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. "I'm happy for Brian.

I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him..."

Brian's Essay: "The Room..."

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read 'Girls I have liked.' I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.

This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named 'Friends' was next to one marked 'Friends I have betrayed.' The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird 'Books I Have Read,' 'Lies I Have Told,' 'Comfort I have Given,' 'Jokes I Have Laughed at ...' Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: 'Things I've yelled at my brothers.' Others I couldn't laugh at: 'Things I Have Done in My Anger', 'Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.' I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.

Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked 'TV Shows I have watched', I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked 'Lustful Thoughts,' I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.

I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me.. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!' In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards.. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it.. The title bore 'People I Have Shared the Gospel With.' The handle was brighter than those around it, seemed newer, almost unused.. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.

No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.

He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands, and I began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me..

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. 'No!' I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was 'No, no,' as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back.. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.

He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, 'It is finished.' I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

'I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. '-Phil. 4:13 'For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.' If you feel the same way forward it so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also.. My 'People I shared the gospel with' file just got bigger, how about yours?

ABORTION!! STOP IT!!

Month one
Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two
Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three
You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

Month Four
Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five
You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six
I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven
Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.
If you're against abortion, re-post this

This is a grocery scam!! Be careful!

This girl is in the grocery store. An older woman keeps following her around and staring at her. It started to creep her out, because everywhere she went the old woman kept following her and staring at her until she could no longer stand it. She stops her cart in the middle of the aisle and asks the old lady: "Why do you keep staring at me?" The old lady apologizes and says, "You look so much like my daughter who died just a few months ago that I couldn't help staring at you. I loved her so much and I never had a chance to say good-bye before she passed away. That's the biggest regret of my life. I didn't make it to the hospital in time to say good-bye."

At this point, the girl starts to feel sorry for the weeping old lady and apologizes for being harsh in confronting her like that. The old lady says it's okay and asks her to continue shopping with her just like she used to do with her own daughter. When they get to the cashier, the old lady goes in line first and tells the girl to do her a big favor that would ease her grieving. The favor is to say "Good-bye, Mom. I love you" when she leaves.

Well, the cashier rings all of the old lady's purchases, then the old lady leans in and says something to the cashier that the girl didn't hear. The old lady then turns around, waves and says good-bye, to which the girl replies helpfully, "Good-bye, Mom. I love you." The old lady sweetly smiles and walks away.

Then, when the girl got to the cashier, her purchases were added up and the amount given to her was way higher than expected. When she questioned the cashier about the discrepancy, she was told that her "mother" (the old lady) told the cashier that "her daughter" standing behind her was paying for all her purchases. By the time she had explained what happened and they went into the parking lot, the old lady was already pulling away in her car, laughing.

Animal Abuse

Hi, my name is Rover,
and I am but one,
I am still a puppy,
who loves to have fun
I'm loyal and I'm friendly,
as cute as can be,
but everyday I ask why,
why I'm not set free,
Did I do something wrong,
am I really all that bad,
did I not wag my tail enough,
and make my master mad,
No, I'm not alone,
there are others you see,
but they all still fight,
their still trapped just like me,
right now I want to cry,
for he will come tonight,
but I am still broken,
from the last fight,
here he comes now,
I pray he lets me be,
but I try not to whimper,
as he kicks me,
I am thrown into the arena,
and drop to the ground,
as the other dog bites me,
I make no sound,
I do not hate the other dog,
I am to blame,
it can't be mans fault,
that my time has finally came,
I watch them walk away,
with not even a goodbye,
I know this is the last I'll see them,
I know I'm going to die,
No, I am not sad,
No, I have not lied,
if there is one truth you sould know,
I am happy I have died.

SAD!! NO MORE ANIMAL ABUSE!!

GOD RULES!!

This will give you the chills...
GOOD chills.

A young man had been to Wednesday Night Bible
Study.

T he Pastor had shared about listening to God an d obeying the Lord's voice

The young man couldn't help but wonder, 'Does God still speak to people?'

After service, he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they discussed the message.
Several different ones talked about how God had led them in different ways.

It was about ten o'clock when the young man started
driving home. Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, 'God...If you still speak t o people, speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to obey.'

As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk.

He shook his head and said out loud, 'God is that you?' He didn't get a reply and started on toward home.

But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk.

The young man thought about Samuel and how he didn't recognize the voice of God, and how little Samuel ran to Eli.

'Okay, God, in case that is you, I will buy the milk..' It didn't seem like too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk. He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home.

As he passed Seventh Street, he again felt the urge, 'Turn Down that street.'

This is crazy he thought, and drove on past the intersection.

Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street .

At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh.

Half jokingly, he said out loud,

'Okay, God, I will.'

He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop He pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in a semi- commercial area of town. It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst of neighborhoods either.
The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark like the people were already in bed.

Again, he sensed something, 'Go and give t he milk to the people in the house across the street.' The young man looked at the house. It was dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they were already asleep. He started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat.

'Lord, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up, they are going
to be mad and I will look stupid.' Again, he felt like he should go and give the milk.

Finally, he opened the door, 'Okay God, if this is you, I will go to the door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look like a crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will count for some thing, but if they don't answer right away, I am out of here.'

He walked across the street and rang the bell.. He could hear some noise inside. A man's voice yelled
out, 'Who is it? What do you want?' Then the door opened before the young man could get away.

The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. H e looked like he just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn't seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep. 'What is it?'

The young man thrust out the gallon of milk, 'Here, I brought this to you.' The ma n took the milk and rushed down a hallway.

Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face.

The man began speaking and half crying, 'We were just praying. We had
some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn't have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to get some milk.'

His wife in the kitchen yelled out, 'I ask him to send an Angel with some. Are you an Angel?'

The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he had on him and put in the man's hand. He turned and walked back toward his car and the tears were streaming down his face.
He knew that God still answers prayers.

STUFF WE NEED TO KNOW!!

READ!!

So Sad, A sister and her brother were inside a new Wal-Mart.
The sister is eight years of age and the brother seventeen years of
age.

The brother wanted to buy a present for his little sister because her
birthday was coming up.

As they were about to leave, she had to go to the bathroom.

Her brother showed her where the restrooms were and he began looking
at earrings he thought she might like for her birthday.

As he started to buy the earrings, he saw people running from the end
of the store screaming and yelling with fear.

In the next moment he smelled smoke and saw flames.

He ran to his little sister as fast as he could but when he got to the

bathrooms the fire was already blazing.

He knew he had to leave to make sure help was coming.

When the fire trucks arrived it was already too late.
They assured the family that there were no survivors.

Two days later the family got a call from the hospital.

They told them that they had someone there by the name of Sandy.

They asked, 'How did you get this number?'

The hospital replied that the little girl had a purse clutched in her
little

hand with a card that gave her name and number on it.

The family drove to the hospital to see their little angel.

While they thanked God for her survival, they noticed her arms were
burnt so severely they were both amputated and her face was burned

and she needed surgery.

The family didn't have any health insurance and

very little money to cover the bill.

This family needs our HELP!

NOTE: Every time someone reposts this story,

YAHOO will take 2.00 off the hospital bill

Cancer Update from Johns-Hopkins

Bottled
water in your car is
very
dangerous!
On the Ellen show, Sheryl
Crow said this is what caused her breast
cancer. It has been identified as the most common cause
of the high levels of dioxin in breast cancer
tissue.
Sheryl
Crow's oncologist told her:
women
should not drink bottled water that has been left in a car.
The
heat reacts with the chemicals in the plastic of the
bottle which releases dioxin into the water. Dioxin is
a toxin increasingly found in breast cancer tissue.
So please be careful and do not drink bottled water that has
been left in a car. Pass this on to all the women in your
life.
This
information is the kind we need to know that just might save
us! Use a stainless steel canteen or a glass bottle
instead of plastic!

LET EVERYONE WHO HAS A WIFE / GIRLFRIEND /
DAUGHTER KNOW PLEASE!

This
information is also being circulated at Walter Reed
Army Medical Center No plastic
containers in
microwave.
No
water
bottles in freezer
No
plastic wrap
in microwave.
A dioxin
chemical causes cancer, especially breast
cancer.

Dioxins
are highly poisonous to the cells of our bodies. Don't freeze your
plastic

bottles
with water in them as this releases dioxins from the
plastic.

Recently, Edward
Fujimoto, Wellness Program Manager at Castle Hospital , was on a TV
program to explain this health
hazard.

He talked
about dioxins and how bad they are for
us.
He said
that we should not be heating our food in the microwave using
plastic
containers...

This
especially applies to foods that contain
fat.

He said that the
combination of fat, high heat,=2 0and plastic releases
dioxin

into the
food and ultimately into the cells of the
body...
Instead, he recommends using
glass, such as Corning Ware, Pyrex
or ceramic
containers
for heating food... You get the same results, only without the
dioxin.
So
such things as TV dinners, instant ramen and
soups, etc.,
should be
removed from the container and heated in something
else.
Paper isn't bad but
you don't know what is in the
paper.
It's just safer to use tempered
glass, Corning Ware,
etc.
He
reminded us that a while ago some of the fast food
restaurants moved
away
from the foam containers to
paper. The dioxin problem is one of the
reasons...
Also, he pointed out
that plastic wrap, such as Saran wrap,
is just as dangerous when
placed
over foods to be cooked in the microwave. As the food is nuked, the
high
heat
causes poisonous toxins to actually melt out of the plastic wrap and
drip into the food.
Cover
food with a paper towel
instead.

25 reasons I owe my mother

1) My mother taught me to apprieciate a good job done
If your going to kill each other go outside, I just cleaned up
2) My mother taught me Religion
You'd better pray that comes out of the carpet
3) My mother taught me about time travel
If you dont straighten up, I'lll knock you into next week
4) My mother taught me logic
Because I said so, thats why
5) My mother taught me more logic
If you fall out of that tree and break your neck you can't come to the store with me
6) My mother taught me foresight
Make sure you wear clean underwear in case your in an accident.
7) My mother taught me irony
Keep crying and I'll give you something to cry about
8) My mother taught me about the science of osmosis
Shut your mouth and eat your supper
9) My mother taught me about the weather
That room of yours looks like a tornado went through it
10) My mother taught me about contortionism
Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck
11) My mother taught me about stamina
You will sit there until all that spinach is gone
12) My mother taught me about hypocrisy
I've told you once, i've told you a million times, don't exaggerate
13) My mother taught me about the circle of life
I brought you into this world and I can take you out
14) My mother taught me about behavior modification
Stop acting like your father
15) My mother taught me about envy
There are millions of children in the world who don't have great parents like you do
16) My mother taught me about anticipation
Just wait until we get home
17) My mother taught me medical science
If you don't stop crossing your eyes their going to freeze that way
18) My mother taught me about recieving
You're going to get it when we get home
19) My mother taught me about Esp
Put your sweater on, don't you think I know when your cold
20) My mother taught me about humor
When that lawnmower cuts off your toes don't come crying to me
21) My mother taught me genetics
Your just like your father
22) My mother taught me how to grow up
If you don't eat your vegetables you'll never grow up
23) My mother taught me about my roots
Shut the door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?
24) My mother taught me about wisdom
When you get to be my age you'll understand
25) My mother taught me about REVENGE
One day you'll have kids and I hope they're just like you

21 Things that boys want us girls to know:

1. We're not as perverted as you think we all are.

2. No matter what YOU say, your ex-boyfriend IS a LOSER.

3. We like you to give us hugs and kisses sometimes too.

4. Don't argue with us when we call you beautiful.

5. Don't treat us like crap, what goes around comes around.

6. We know you're pretty, that's one of the reason's we're going out with you.

7. If you really liked us for us, you would let us think that our mustache, beard, or sideburns looked cool.

8. We never shave our legs. So get over it.

9. NEVER ask us if you can put makeup on us.

10. When we tell you that you're not fat, believe us.

11. We absolutely do not care about the Backstreet Boys, NSYNC, 98 Degrees, or what any other guy looks like for that matter.

12. Just cause you think you're always right, doesn't mean that you don't have to apologize when you do something "wrong."

13. You expect us to say and do sweet things for you, but it would be nice if you did the same every once in a while. We like to know that you love us.

14. We can't always be spontaneous.

15. Don't ask us to beat up another guy for you, cause you might get what you wish for.

16. Never pretend like you are going to break up with us and laugh when we believe you.

17. Size doesn't matter, except to idiots who don't want a relationship.

18. If you want us to put the seat down when we're done, you should put it up when you're done.

19. Don't tell us how cute your ex-boyfriend was.

20. We always notice how funny it is after your rip out our heart, stick it down our throat and still want to be friends.

21. And last but not least: We know you're not always right, but we'll pretend like you are anyway.

SCARY!!

Subject: one messed up sleepover
One night these five girls were having a sleepover
when
they heard
chaos at the end of her street they went down to find out what was
happening.
they
learned that a woman was
raped and the man was on the loose.
so they quickly
ran home
and bolt everything down. everything settles
down for a while
then they started hearing weird noises
coming from outside.
they let their minds go wild
so they got scared and hid inside a closet.
the man was really outside and found a window that had a broken
bolt.
he crept in quietly.
the girls were scared crapless.
he walked into the room
and opened the
closet,
the girls screamed and ran in separate directions.
four of the girls went downstairs and the cellar door,that was right above
the bathroom. He caught the
fifth girl
and took her into the bathroom,
raped her,
and skinned her alive.her friends heard her die that
night
but couldnt do anything about it.they listened to her
scratching the door to get
out.
in the morning when he had fled,
the remaining went into the
bathroomThere engraved into the wall was her message:
'how could you have let me die'
they looked up
to get the tears out of their eyes
and saw her flesh
dangling from the knife that skinned her. If you dont repost
this
the man will skin you alive too, because they
havent caught him yet.And the girl will make sure you will
die,
so she can pass on the tale. Fact: A girl died in 1933 by a homicidal murderer.
He
buried her in the ground when she was still alive.
The murderer chanted 'Toma soto
balca' as he buried
her.
Now that you have read the
chant, you will meet
this
little girl.In the middle of the night she will be on your
ceiling.She will
suffocate you like she was suffocated.

If you repost this on your profile she will not bother you

ps.imagine if that was you

On December 24, 2006 at 8 oclock in the morning, a young 14 year old boy by the name of Scott Jackson was found dead. Doctors couldnt come up with the cause of his death. His mother checked his emails to see if she could figure out what happened. Turns out he was still signed into his Yahoo email account. She found he had gone to sleep after he read and didnt send a chain letter about a little girl that kills you in your sleep with no natrual cause of death. This is the email she read: My name is ofelia Heras. Im 16 years old. Im a murderer. I have no face. When you look at me youll die immediately.You have 900 seconds to repost this on your profile or I will visit you tonight

This is so scary... Here was this girl and she was with her friend.
They were looking through peoples
MySpaces.
The girl slowly came upon this one
myspace.
It had creatures in the background and the man
looked like a psycho.
She started laughing with her friend commenting on
how ugly he was.
Right then, an instant message came up. It said:
SatanStalker: So how do u like my
MySpace??
XxLoVemExX: What??
XxLoVemExX: Who is this anyway?? SatanStalker: Well, you should know;
youre looking at my MySpace right now..
XxLoVemExX: How do you know that im looking at ur
pro??
SatanStalker:I know when people look at my MySpace.
XxLoVemExX: What? That doesnt make
any sense, how?
SatanStalker: I just do.
Satanstalker: Especially to pretty girls like you.
Satanstalker: With very nice legs I might say.
At the time the girl was wearing high
shorts. She started to pull them down a little bit to cover
what
ever she could. Her and her friend started to get
worried now.
XxLoVemExX: Ok whatever man youre starting to scare
the living sht out of
me.
SatanStalker: You should be afraid.
SatanStalker: You wouldnt want an ugly guy like me
touching your legs huh? I
mean thats what you
just said about me with your friend like a
minute ago.
They were in shock.
Her friend: Holy crap man just block him
hes a fcking psycho!
The girl: Ok holy crap, you think hes
watching us?
SatanStalker: I am.
SatanStalker: Well it wouldnt really
matter if you blocked me anyway; it wouldnt stop me
from coming to your house.
XxLoVemExX: What? My house?
SatanStalker: Yeah, youre alone so its
not a problem.
XxLoVemExX: Ok I think Im going to leave now because
youre freaking me out.
SatanStalker: Your screen name says
love me, trust me that wont be a problem.
SatanStalker has just signed off.
The girl and her friend were really
scared. Girls friend: Whatever lets just go upstairs trust me I
doubt hes really coming.
Its just a joke from someone. They went upstairs and were having a pillow fight. All of a sudden the girls friend said she had to go
to the bathroom. The
girl said ok. Ten minutes later the girl noticed that her friend
was
still in the bathroom and was wondering what was up. She goes and knocks but no one said
anything
she opens it and finds her friend there on
the ground dead. She started to scream but when she
turned around he was there. News the next morning
said that there was one
girl dead in the bathroom; her neck sliced with blood all over the ground. with
her head nailed to the
wall. Just her head.
If you do not repost this in the next two
minutes here will be three men, one in your
bathroom, one in your room, and one killing your parents at
that
very moment. Tonight at 1:30am. Well what are you waiting for? Repost on your profile or you are going to die!