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  I use to think I knew everthing,but now I must confess,
  The more I knew,the less I didn't know.          
  We've all had troubles,and we have to work them out.
  But I look around and I see trouble everywhere.
  When I'm trouble,I just look up to God,and grin because 
  he has always brought me through somehow.
  I always thank him,and count my many blessing every day.

   By;Hilda

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got back from my booba's house yesterday and i think it was the perfect break that i needed form my family and this house. we went out on sunday as a second celebration, all my immediate family and my parents best friends elaine and steve. and , as usual, my dad decides to annoy and upset me infront of them�by picking a subject to talk about �that i have a different opinion about. last time it was nightclub and how "places were less dangerous when� was young" and "the people of today are just hooligans" blah blah, etc� etc. and it really gets to me as i start to argue with him about things. this time it was a tv show that has just started, krod something or another, which is suppose to be a sort of mick take on robin hood. my dad turns around to elaine and starts going " yeh we started watching the new show and i couldnt understand what was going on but elana liked it didnt you" so of course i start arguing that it is not aimed at 46 years old doctor who fanatics but young kids who understand its specific type of humour, and how the hell can he judge it as he spent most of the time asleep on the sofa instead of paying attention.

i think he does this every time just to try and show everyone that HE knows best and if HE doesnt like something then its not wortth anyones elses time. which is completely pathetic as HELLO- we are now in the 21st century and the entertainment business, whehter it be tv, radio, nightclubs, ect are NOT AIMED AT YOU BUT ME AND I LIKE THEM SO F**K OFF.

that is why i needed the time away with my booba so that i could calm down and stop giving my dad evils before he even opens his mouth to say anything. this may sound like a little spoilt girls rant, but the strange thing is that i get on really well with my dad but he is just so stubborn because he is such a tv nerd. and that really needs to change otherwise i will not be going out with their friends again, end of.

i feel really sorry for�my mum when we go out as my dad always practically runs to get the seat next to elaine and my mum always looks left out. im ok as ben talks to me or elaines husband steve speaks to me about the usual stuff of school, music, etc, but my mum gets left out. we went to the harvester once and my dad really made my blood boil as he has been sitting next to elaine talking none stop about tv from the 80s and when they finished the food he turns round to elaine and goes " oh elaine was your meal nice?" COMPLETELY IGNORING MY MUM. so i made the point of asking my mum really loudly how her meal was and continued talking really loudly to her and i hoped that it pised my dad off.

anyway i had a great time with my booba. we went to ilford which i havent been to for about 3 years and swooped straight to the clothes in new look and i got some new tings. i rarely see my booba now and this is a shame because i like to hear about all the old stories from her childhood and about my other ancestors. we stayed up until 2.30 sunday night just talking as i think she feels lonely now living by herself. we stayed up until 12.30 monday might as she showed me all of her old clothes and shoes which i LOVED as i like all of those things from the 50s, they so rock. still wish that i could have been alive then and not now, life would have been so much more lively. my booba said yesterday that one of my late ziddas sayings was that " variety is the spice of life" and he was completely truthful in those words.

Well I am here again.� I�said at the beginning of the year that I was going to go through a all over body makeover.

I joined Fitness USA and I�am on my way.� I am not attempting to diet but change my eating habits.� LOL�and yes I have failed at it...or maybe I shouldnt call it failure but ...well something else...because you see, I�am not�a failure....

I�would like to log my food and beverage intake on a daily basis.

Driving back from LA, my 4 year old son tells me a story of the most beautiful home ever.� It's in the middle of no where, it's quiet, peaceful, no interruptions, so quiet that you sleep during the day and at night you can see the view of the city lights. It is 6 stories high, it is like model home, but it is so clean, there are no flies, no ants...they have a special vaccuum that sucks up all the bad things in the house.� It has a kitchen and garage upstairs and down stairs.�

Justin's imaginary friends, he tells me are sooo kind and nice that they would let you borrow something that are brand new to them and even lets you borrow things that other people would say no.� His friends are so nice that they let Justin design their world.��He tells me that his friends help God everyday and that God made him and the he made his friends.�His friends even were taught to swim when they were babies.�

Worried about grandpa driving in the dark from LA, Justin says that his friends who is the best driver in the world, better than mommy, better than the bus drivier is in front of grandpa and is leading him.� When we stopped at McDonald's Justin says, his friend parked up on the roof.�

Justin says that he has so many of these wonderful imaginary friends that he would share them, 74 for mommy, 72 for grandma and 79 for grandpa and 70 teen for himself--which is the biggest number in the world, according to Justin.�

Justin really wanted to take a tour of LA on the bus, so we did and had a great time.� He wanted to try sitting in the back of the bus, which turned out to be the best seats on the bus.�

Amid our sprawling meadow stands a loafty blueberry tree.

Despite the years it has been a tree that grandpa loved.Like banners in a breeze,the guildon of� his homestead.

We called this blueberry tree "grandpa's tree"

Once under neath it's branches,when soft sunlight bathed your skin,me and grandpa would spend time under this tree just talking about stuff in our lives.

That tree will stand on and hold memories of our moments spent under that tree,grandpa has passed on now,but I will love that tree right on along with the memories of me and grandpa.

By satinlady

Come with me,along the sea and feel the breeze from the surf.Here I can lose myself with the waves.

The birds will spread their wings in rythem with the flow of the air.Come walk with me by the sea.

Maybe someday every one can see the beauty that I see.The gentle breeze sweeps by me,and I smell the aroma of the salt water.

Come walk with me along the sea,then my life will be over.

wrote by hilda

This one was wrote�about �a lady I cared for in the nursing home. She love the sea and wanted to be put there when her time came.

I Lay on a soft bed of sweet clover,with my head on a pillow of moss.��������������������������������������������������������������

It was cool and sweet in my leafy retreat, with a soft breeze blowing across.

I dropped all of my cares in the brook at my side,the ones that return with each day.

And I watched with a smile for just a short while, then the last one was gone and the brook hurried along,with its busy serene;

I lifted my eyes with a prayer to the skies, bits of blue through the flickering green.

The soft humming sound of the trees all around me,

met the green and gold fragrance of noon,

For a while it was mine,and sweet peace devine,

I sweared it was heaven in June.

������� By Satinlady

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There are times when you feel like you're stuck somewhere or in something and you don't know anything about it. You are inexperienced and don't know what to do, but God let's us walk through those troubles to let us know that it's best that He should lead the way. So stand up, and give Him all your troubles and worries, and I promise you that you will find peace. But as a warning, walking down the correct path isn't easy. In fact, there are times when you fall and don't feel like getting up anymore, but you must keep going because everlasting joy and peace awaits you at the end of this dark, confusing,and treacherous valley we call "mortality."�� Hold your head high for you were, are, and always will be victorious in Christ.

Theres nothing like the a country lane,waxed to a shine with Autmn rain,or buried deep beneath the glow of moonlight mixed with winter snow.Stream flowing with peace and a sunset casting against the sky with a the golden colors of the summertime� sun.