I wish that people would stop talking about the shooters and start thinking about the families of all the slain people who will have to face a holiday without a loved one.
I wish that people experiencing pain and illness have a day free of pain to concentrate on the things that are important to them.
I wish that all the kids and women living in hell holes have one day where they peace and calm.
I wish people would stop insulting each other.
I wish people would stop using religion as a weapon. And that includes people here.
I wish people would see that just because you have differences doesn't mean you have to hate someone.
I wish anyone that is experiencing profound sadness realizes there's someone out there who cares.
I wish people could remember the true meaning of the season.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
My wishes:
I wish my son would stop mixing his food into his beverage.
I wish that the terrorists would go back into the hole they came from.
I wish that the Christmas season finds everyone happy and healthy.
I wish that people who don't know Christ would come to know Him.
I wish that DH would stop letting bad weeks get to him.
I wish that certain things in my life would go my way.
I wish that before I die, I can accomplish my pet projects.
Oh, was this supposed to be joy/hope stuff? Sorry..
I want this thing! And all that other junk you guys said too..
I love this thing. But with three dogs it would die choking and gagging five minutes after turning it on.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
I wish I, gosh, typing this is hard, I wish I could see my grandparents again. I've really been missing them lately.
But that can't happen anytime soon so...
I wish my one surviving mawmaw could be healthy and strong again.
I wish I could help Aaron more.
I wish I hadn't taken so many past Christmases for granted.
I wish arthritis was curable.
I wish I could start dropping weight again.
I wish those who are depressed could find joy.
I wish those who are hungry could have enough food.
I wish those who don't trust God, would.
I wish peace over every home represented here.
I wish that the childlike magic of Christmas could fill all our hearts, not just at Christmas but all year.
I wish I comfort to those grieving.
Hope to those who are hopeless.
I wish every child could know what it is to be loved unconditionally.
I wish old hurts could heal.
And I wish I could ride around in Baby with Jensen and Jared and have dinner with the whole cast, crew and their families.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I like to say a little prayer and drink to world peace.
World peace.
Have you seen the insurance commercial where the beauty queen is in the front end loader giving her speech?
"...in the United States of the Americas and world peace"
Or something like that.
It's so funny.
-- Edited by lilyofcourse on Friday 4th of December 2015 01:21:36 PM
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.