I have several guardian angels but one steps in front and is always present. He is there but you cannot see him, he hugs me but you cannot feel him. He is my guide, he is my strength.
Below are some quotes that I really like:
Our private thoughts are known only to God. The secret thoughts of all of us are not known by angels or demons or one another. Every prayer, however, is heard instantly by our Guardian Angel. ~ Janice T. Connell, Angel Power
In their role as celestial servants to humans on earth, Angels act variously as guardians, guides, teachers, truth-givers and comforters, protectors of the righteous, punishers of the wicked, and more. ~ David Connolly, In Search of Angels
Angels are principally the guardians of our spirits. Their function is not to do our work for us, but to help us do it ourselves, by God’s grace. ~ Eileen Elias Freeman, The Angels’ Little Instruction Book
These things I warmly wish for you: Someone to love, Some work to do, A bit o’ sun, a bit o’ cheer, And a guardian angel always near ~ Irish Blessing
Your two guardian angels are always with you. The other angels come and go as we need them. ~ Doreen Virtue, Divine Guidance
There is this guy on tv with four wives, is this guy out of his mind? Women living together end up menstruating at the same time, this guy has got to be a closet drunk. I cannot image having a relationship with three other women, not happening, not now not ever.
I do not like women to begin with, sorry readers-women are petty and catty and working in the steel mill as an industrial electrician with all men has taught me two things, women bitch-men whine.
Men whine like forever about the stupidest shit and women bitch because we are trying to get things done. If you disagree with me, guess what I don’t care, lmao. I have heard every complaint a man could ever have about a woman.
I listened to one guy whine about his wife not wanting to have anal sex with him, like what am I suppose to do about it? Then I listened to another guy complain about what a lousy cook his wife was even though dinner was on the table every night.
Men whine and whine and whine and it gets as old as listening to someone bitch all the time. Women bitch because they are not happy and the more they bitch the more you better pay attention.
I have finally decided on names for my boys Gabriel and Michael. My other puppies were named after Greek Gods and I am naming these two after Archangels.
I like mythology and astrology, I like the unknown and delving into it. I like the unique and different and I like the one everyone thinks is odd.
I like few things and one of those things is a Dooney and Bourke bag. They are really nice leather bags and they wear well. I like leather and I really like it between my legs on the back of a quarter horse, you have a dirty mind! lol
There are better brands out there but I like this brand and I like their designs. I have few luxuries but a good bag is a must and if I can carry the kitchen sink, that’s even better!
I have been putting all of my books on amazon along with old videos, games, clothes ect. I need to get rid of all this junk so why not make money?? I put up about 125 items so far and every day another item is being sold.
Maybe I will have enough money to buy some nice presents this year but first, I am buying myself two presents. They are brothers, miniature yorkie puppies, I get them Wednesday and I am so damn happy about it I could just shit.
I can live through anything if I have my pets and Khloe Kitty is a riot but my puppies, I need my dogs. I am so happy I can’t wait to get those furry little faces between my boobs, like a man. lol-
I would rather have a puppy then a man any day but I do have a use for a man, several in fact. I am so bad but I love it…………
I am broke as usual but I have milk and bread! That makes it a good day around here and I am trying to block my son out but he and I have an unseen connection, we do communicate telepathically, ya I know I’m crazy and you are right, certifiable bipolar disorder, thank you very much.
You should be scared, very scared because I cannot be held accountable for anything I say or do because of my mental illness, so go ahead fuck with me, I have bodies in my backyard, want to join them?
I am so sick of people trying to take advantage of me and succeeding, like that bastard that stole over 4 grand of items from my home and of course the cops won’t do shit. There are gangs that will do anything for a Ulysses spot and shit can happen you bastard.
I’m not allowed to own a gun and wouldn’t anyway cause guns become dangerous in the hand of man and my luck I would shoot myself in the damn foot. I put my foot in my mouth enough as it is but I don’t want to shoot it off.
I enjoy the feel of a soft wind on my cheeks when the sun is beating down and turning my face a natural pink. There is no sun and there is no wind and my heart is wiping my tears as I read the text from James:
“Mom, can you please call Ryan or let him call you he is crying” I cannot call him I cannot let him touch me-I have to guard my heart as I am hurting so much the pain is terrible. I want to drown out the silence of his voice, I want to block his image from my mind, I want to close and bolt the door, God give me the strength I need now-
Music is my life, no I can’t sing and the only instrument I play well is the skin flute, sorry for all you goody two shoes, 🙂
I have a new person living in my homes, James-he will be 18 in December and he was living with his x step dad. His mom met a millionaire who didn’t like kids and she pitched her son for this man.
James works odd jobs and he is trying to become self-reliant but he needs help. He came over and the first thing he did his hug me, tightly. He knows the pain I am feeling over my son and he went to the hospital for me.
I had to send James to tell Ryan that I turned him over to the state, I cannot tell him. I have my jeans around my ankles as I try not to trip on the cracks in the sidewalk going away from my son.
My son is breaking my heart but he has to realize I need to live as well. The one thing I did that was good today was take James in. He will help me a lot and keep me company as well. I have got to get to the orthopedic surgeon about the possible torn rotorcuff in my shoulder because the pain is getting worse.
When Ryan tried to commit suicide on Oct 1 I had to get him on the floor to give him cpr and he is a big boy. He is 6’1″ 230 lbs. or about that. I messed up my shoulder getting him on the floor.
I blew out 3 discs in my lower back helping my husband when he had his leg amputated so I am just one fine piece of physical mess not including my malfunctioning brain.
So you have all the answers to all the questions and you need no one, not your spouse, family or God. You do not believe in God? Then why do you call out his name in your hour of troubled times?
Life isn’t about loving God, life is about doing as God puts forth in front of you and it is you who changes the world by being God’s instrument. Religion has nothing to do with it and neither do personal beliefs.
I am an instrument of God’s love and peace and that is gladly given for the life I live. My life is not happy but maybe it isn’t suppose to be about happiness, maybe it’s suppose to be about lessons and learning at this point.
I love to deeply and feel to strongly but there is a reason for that even if I do not know it at this time. I am happiest when I am doing for others so my life is not my own, it belongs to those that I can make smile, change their world and give them inner peace.