posted by Sun T. on Aug 31
I
Feel
Like
Crap…
I am not sick. I am a girl. ’nuff said?
I feel like one huge water bubble that no one can burst.
I am freezing and nothing can warm me.
I am sleepy but I cannot sleep.
I am bored but I can’t bring myself to do anything.
Make
it
stop!
I abhor being a girl * sung to the tune for “I adore being a girl” *.
posted by Sun T. on Sep 26
that is sung to the tune of “I Enjoy Being A Girl”. UGH and UGH. I feel like I have been dragged by my ankles through the rain down a trash filled alley. I wish I could retire for the day but I cannot. Now I have to cook dinner! *grumble grumble* AND WHY does my son, who has been mostly good acting all day, decide to wait till his father gets here to NOT listen to me? OMG It’s like he is trying to show me as a weak mother. I hate this *pout*
posted by Sun T. on Jan 3
This is a Divas Only post, so more behind the cut…
posted by Sun T. on Jan 2
I am going to warn you now… Men this could be too much for you to handle…
Read the rest of this entry »
posted by Sun T. on Nov 27
I have a question posed on my other journal about some very personal, private matters dealing with women’s issues. I would greatly appreciate if you gals would go over and let me know what your thoughts are about the subject matter. Thanks so very much.
PS THE LINK IS FIXED NOW
posted by Sun T. on Nov 27
Okay so this post is about women and the things that they use to survive…men need not click to see what I wrote about. Believe me, I am trying to protect you!
posted by Sun T. on Jan 22
10:49 PM - woman (men should read this too)
Current mood: busy
Dont remember where i got this from but here:
From God: When I created the heavens and the earth, I spoke them into being. When I created man, I formed him and breathed life into his nostrils. But you, woman, I fashioned after I breathed the breath of life into man because your nostrils are too delicate. I allowed a deep sleep to come over him so I could patiently and perfectly fashion you. Man was put to sleep so that he could not interfere with the creativity. From one bone, I fashioned you. I chose the bone that protects man’s life. chose the rib, which protects his heart and lungs and supports him, as you are meant to do. Around this one bone, I shaped you….I modeled you. I created you perfectly and beautifully. Your characteristics are as the rib, strong yet delicate and fragile. You provide protection for the most delicate organ in man, his heart. His heart is the center of his being; his lungs hold the breath of life. The rib cage will allow itself to be broken before it will allow damage to the heart. Support man as the rib cage suppo
rts the body. You were not taken from his feet, to be under him, nor were you taken from his head, to be above him. You were taken from his side, to stand beside him and be held close to his side. You are my perfect angel…..You are my beautiful little girl. You have grown to be a splendid woman of excellence, and my eyes fill when I see the virtues in your heart. Your eyes……don’t change them. Your lips — how lovely when they part in prayer. Your nose, so perfect in form. Your hands so gentle to touch. I ve caressed your face in your deepest sleep. I’ve held your heart close to mine. Of all that lives and breathes, you are most like me. Adam walked with me in the cool of the day, yet he was lonely. He could not see me or touch me. He could only feel me. So everything I wanted Adam to share and experience with me, I fashioned in you; my holiness, my strength, my purity, my love, my protection and support. You are special because you are an extension of me. Man represents my image, woman my emotions. Together, you represent the totality of God. So man…treat woman well. Love her, respect her, for she is fragile.
