Just curious. I can't turn without seeing something or hearing someone talk about Valentine's Day. Really, I can't. I know I'll be going to English and Math and eating dark chocolate. Seriously.
PRAISE THE LORD!!!
The first thing that I'm going to do is get up a little earlier so that I can spend some quality time with my husband. (JESUS--of course)
Then after work and school, I'm going to spend some time with my kids exchanging valentines that we made for each other and telling each other how much we love and care about each other.
Then I'm going to spend some more quality time with my husband. I'm going to let him know how much I love and care for him. As well as thanking him for everthing.
I have a free movie pass. I haven't decided if I want to go to the movies and/or out to eat. No matter what I am going to spend time with Jesus, because he is my valentine...24/7...365(6) days a year.
On a more personel note...Valentines Day is especially special to me because that's when the Lord actually spoke to me and I heard his voice. It was Valentine's Day weekend of 2005, and I had made up in my mind that I was going to have me a Valentine. My best friend at the time was going out with my brother and we all took pictures that Saturday the 12th. Well my brother was planning on going out with his buddy who use to come through and kick it with us all the time, so I was already interested in the guy. Well, me and my girl had decided that at the end of the night my brother and his friend was coming home with us. So, just to skip ahead to the good part, dude came home with me and we did our thang and we fell out. While I was sleep I heard my name, so I woke up thinking this dude was calling me, but when I woke up he was still sleep. So, I'm sitting on my bed looking at this dude trippin, because I know I heard someone say my name. Just then the Lord said my name again and he spoke just as clear as a normal conversation, he told me that he was suppose to be my valentine. He told me that I would never find a love like his. Then he had me thinking about all the relationships that I had been in that didn't work and all the tears that I had shed. He told me that my life was not suppose to be like that. God let me know that the love that I was looking for I could only find in him. I couldn't believe it, I was just sitting on my bed crying. The Lord said more things but the rest he kind of just put in my spirit as if they were just thoughts. That's when I decided that I couldn't live like that anymore. That morning I was changed. When dude got up I told him everything, and of course he thought I was crazy. We had put out a blunt that night because we couldn't finish it, I didn't want none of it. I gave him the rest of the weed and the cigarettes. I even gave him my lighter. Then I told him that it was time for him to go, so we went across the street to my friends house and I woke her and my brother up and told them what happened. I told them that I was done and that next Sunday I was going to church and that I was going to get saved for real. My friend didn't believe me, so she said that if I go she was going to go with me. So, needless to say Feb. 20th 2005, I got truly saved and have been on fire for the Lord ever since and to this day I do not regret the decision that I made. I only wish that I would have done it sooner.
And just when I was startin' to think it was all about the teddy bears and the candy and the rather uncomfortable looking lingerie...Well, as much as I disagree with your faith, I believe that ANY love is preferable to hate. Props to you and your love with God, Sister Tamara. It's always refreshing to hear real love stories that happen on this day. I'm sure St. Valentine himself would be proud.
I'm going to burn all these f**king flyers that Wal Mart has been sending all damn week with candy and cards and crap in it. I don't need to know that you have it all on sale. I already know you have it in sale. Its WAL F**KING MART. There's always something on damn sale. They could seriously save a tree by not stuffing my mailbox with S**T!
I'm going to burn all these f**king flyers that Wal Mart has been sending all damn week with candy and cards and crap in it. I don't need to know that you have it all on sale. I already know you have it in sale. Its WAL F**KING MART. There's always something on damn sale. They could seriously save a tree by not stuffing my mailbox with S**T!
I'm not even touching on Wal-Mart because one: I'm in the city and our Wal-Mart is called Costco and two: the thought of Wal-Mart during any sort of holiday or day when consumers go absoulutely coo coo for Cocoa Puffs is disturbing. Capitalism at it's worst...uh, I mean, best.
Yes, yes... I already know that you hate the playa and the game.
Don't be tellin' them egregious lies you got going, home skillet. I don't hate the players, just make awful keen observations on how they play. You da one that gon' be givin' couples stank looks and burnin' the flyers from Wal-Mart, not me.
