To write Love on her arms Day

****!!!***BEFORE YOU IGNORE THIS EVENT OR CLICK NOT ATTENDING, PLEASE READ ON...
***to all of those who keep posting "what is this?" first read on...

To Write Love on Her Arms is a non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury and suicide. TWLOHA exists to encourage, inform, inspire and also to invest directly into treatment and recovery.

*****To Write Love On Her Arms Day is a day where anyone can write the words love on their arms, to support those who are fighting against depression and those who are trying to recover. On this day, just write love on your arms, and show it off, other people will ask why you have love written on your arms, and you tell them you are supporting to write love on her arms day, and how its benefiting a non profit organization helping stop depression, and make love the movement ♥

****** upload pictures of love written on your arms on November 13th!

"what will this achieve?". It will achieve the goal of people knowing that there are other people out there with the same problem, and/or people who are supporting them with love.

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there were over 500,000 people who attended to write love on her arms day last year, lets aim for over 1 million people


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I would, I have, I will

I would never trade my amazing
friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a
flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less
critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for
eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that
silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my
patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.

I have seen too many dear
friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great
freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I
choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon?
I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 &70's, and
if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.



I will walk the beach in a swim
suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves
with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet
set.

They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes
forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And
I eventually remember the important things.

Sure, over the years my heart
has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved
one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets
hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and
understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and
sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect...



I am so blessed to have lived
long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful
laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face.
So many have never laughed, and
so many have died before their hair could turn silver.



As you get older, it is easier
to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't
question myself anymore.
I've even earned the right to
be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I
like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I
am not going to live forever,
but while I am still here, I
will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about
what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day(if I feel like
it).

MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!



Thank you, Linda, for sending this to me.
Lots of love to you and yours.

in actuality....

I have come a long way from being a complete idiot. Trust me in this statement.

Actually, I know I have a long way to go.


I do not like getting protective of my friends. They are grown up after all. (well... SOME of them are LOL)
I still have this need to try and make people aware of choices.
I think I will just shut up and let them live what they choose.

Sometimes, I get really tired of always being in my head. It is what keeps me on edge of sleep. It keeps me in a solitary state of being and occasionally I peek out at others.
It seems I am always learning SOMETHING.... and I may remember it or choose to forget it. One way or the other I have used the knowledge in my head.


My kids just called and they have the key to the house in their hands :)
VERY excited they are. Zephyr is coming up to stay a week with Toni and Steve. I will not get to see my little love as I am at work and school while he is here.

3 more weeks and I am done. .. with classes for now. I have to figure out how to pay for the rest of my school so I can then pay to take my tests. Then take my test.. ..
a little frustrated. I can work it out.

Turning 50 was rather peaceful. I had a wonderful massage, wore a new dress, grocery shopped, and took my final in A&P. Passed the test and then a few of my classmates and my Friend Linda met me for light dinner and a drink at Uncle Julio's. I received the most beautiful and heartwarming card from my Momma.

Some events will always stay in my mind.

I am missing my son. Not sure why so deeply right now but I do. I am very proud of him. Very. He has shown great independence and movement forward in his choice. He may not see events as that now, later he will.

I am fine on my own these days. Emotionally peaceful. Still learning of my attitude though.

In actuality there may be struggles, but peace at heart is where I am at.

Volkswagen BlueMotion: Stairs 鋼琴階梯

LOVE it! Let's ALL play!

Jesus Jones - Right Here Right Now

ah yesssss