~Taken from 's journal... D8

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Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, “Common Sense,” who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:



- knowing when to come in out of the rain;

- the early bird gets the worm;

- life isn’t always fair; and

- maybe it was my fault.



Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).


His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.


Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.


It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student, but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.


Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses and criminals received better treatment than their victims.


Common Sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.


Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, “Truth” and “Trust,” by his wife, “Discretion,” by his daughter, “Responsibility,” and by his son, “Reason.”


He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers – “I Know My Rights,” “I Want It Now,” “Someone Else Is To Blame,” and “I’m A Victim.”


Not many attended his funeral, because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.

When you were inside your mom's tummy,
your mom suffered the pain that you gave to her,
and you thanked her by kicking her all day long.


When you were 1 year old,
your mom celebrated the first birthday of you,
you thanked her by crying all day long.


When you were 2 years old,
your mom started teaching you how to talk,
you thanked her by saying ummmumumumumamamama.


When you were 3 years old,
your mom brought you to the park,
you thanked her by running around the pond, and chasing the ducks.


When you were 4 years old,
your mom bought you some toys,
you thanked her by breaking the toys on the next day.


When you were 5 years old,
your mom bought you a story book and read it to you,
you thanked her by ripping it piece to piece.


When you were 6 years old,
your mom sent you to the kindergarten, so that you can start making friends,
but you thanked her by fighting with your classmate.


When you were 7 years old,
your mom made you a very nice lunch for the first day of school,
you thanked her by throwing your foods around the class.


When you were 8 years old,
your mom handed you an ice cream,
you thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.


When you were 9 years old,
she paid for piano lessons,
you thanked her by never even bothering to practice.


When you were 10 years old she drove you all day,
from soccer to football to one birthday party after another,
you thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.


When you were 11 years old,
she took you and your friends to the movies,
you thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.


When you were 12 years old,
she warned you not to watch certain TV shows,
you thanked her by waiting until she left the house.


When you were 13 years old,
she suggested a haircut that was becoming,
you thanked her by telling her she had no taste.


When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp,
you thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.


When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug,
you thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.


When you were 16, she taught you how to drive her car,
you thanked her by taking it every chance you could.


When you were 17, she was expecting an important call,
you thanked her by being on the phone all night.


When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation,
you thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.


When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition,
drove you to campus carried your bags. You
thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm
so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.


When you were 25, she helped to pay for your
wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply
she loved you. You thanked her by moving
halfway across the country.


When you were 50, she fell ill and
needed you to take care of her.
You thanked her by reading about
the burden parents become to their
children.


And then, one day, she quietly died.
And everything you never did came
crashing down like thunder on
YOUR HEART..


If you love your MOM & you thank her deeply,
repost this bulletin saying "I Cried Because Of This"


I LOVE YOU MUM!!

Well, like the title clearly states, I'm open for aaaarttt traaades!! I know you're all sooo excited, I can just feel it. XD Yeah, right. But seriously, I'll take on anyone, any day. So, bring it oooon!
EDIT
Uh, yeah, don't ask me to draw people plz... Cuz I can't. XD

~~Shadie