Got this from one of my girlfriends and had to share.

EXTREMELY INTERESTING

--- She is better than good!!!!!!. The peace of God does pass all understanding.



Very interesting.



It's a sad world out there imagine when this happens to you.... Have you

ever thought of what you would do if you found your

Husband/fiancé/boyfriend, red-handed cheating on you? Worse still, in your

own bedroom? Have you ever thought of what would happen? These things

aren't only read on papers, they are real. They happen

to real women.<

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Answer this question to yourself sincerely. Would you go for that

kitchen

knife, pack your stuff, or hire those thugs that do justice to other men.



A weapon called silence by Mildred Ngesa

I felt it the moment I turned the knob. The door was unlocked, but that

was

not unusual especially because his car was in the parking bay, where it

usually parked, when he's at home. What I felt was a knot forming in the

pit of my stomach - the kind of feeling you get When you hear movements in

the house when you know you are alone in the small hours of the night.

Every second Friday of the month, I travel to

Kampala to collect Fabric for

my vintage business in the city. On this particular Friday, I left home at

dusk as usual, heading for the city centre to catch the 8 pm Akamba bus

bound for

Kampala .



We waited for three hours and then it was announced that the buses had

been cancelled due to a technical hitch. With nothing else to do in town, I went

back home. The lights downstairs were on and so was the music. The English Premier



League was showing on TV,

so why wasn't my husband, a die-hard Arsenal fan,

watching the game?



Sometimes a woman's instincts can be so sharp that she can smell last

year's perfume on the shirt of her philandering man. My instincts were on

edge. Even though there was no actual perfume in the air. In fact, there

was nothing really that I could put my finger on. Just this odour of

violation that ripped my senses like nothing I had ever felt before.



Perhaps this feeling is what kept me from calling out to my husband. And it

stayed with me even as I tip-toed upstairs, heading for the master bedroom.

Nothing prepares you for anything like this. They had

not even bothered to

shut the door. I simply walked in and there they were, my husband and this

woman, naked save for my purple

flowered bed-sheets partly covering their

entwined bodies. It took me a moment to realize the high-pitched cry that

cut through the night was coming from me.



The bewildered pair scrambled to cover their nakedness and stared at me

blankly. They said nothing. My heart was beating so loud I could almost hear



its echo in the next room. Trust is a fragile emotion. Like glass breaking,

it can be shattered in an instant, never to be wholly recovered again. In that

instant, my trust for this man was lost. 'Why don't I go downstairs and make

you some tea?'



Did I just say that? I had just walked in on my husband and another woman,

and all I could do was offer them some tea! I slowly made my way back

downstairs. In the kitchen, I switched to auto-pilot, fetching a packet of

milk from the fridge,

lighting the

cooker, placing a pan of water on to boil,

bending to remove mugs and the flask. All the while, my mind was

abuzz, humming a tune I did not recognize.



This must be how zombies feel. It went on and on; the tune seemed to imply

that I ought to be in control, that I ought to keep

breathing so that I may

stay sane. The tea was ready and placed on the table. Three bright blue mugs sat neatly on light blue place mats. I waited for the 'guests' to come

down as I sat motionless, staring sightlessly at the

television.



They came down my husband first, dragging his feet like a prisoner

counting

his final steps to the gallows. He sat on the love seat - the two-seater on which he had cuddled and kissed me passionately just the night before.

She followed, hesitating for a moment near the same seat before moving to

the furthest corner of the room, near the door, a safe distance from me. I

began

talking as I poured tea into the cups. I rattled on and on about the

transport crisis and the difficulties of traveling at a time like this. But

instead of reaching for a cup, the woman stood up abruptly and headed for

the door. For a brief moment, our eyes met. She was not young. In fact,

she appeared quite mature, maybe even married. I heard the gate open. My

husband was still rooted to the

spot. 'Why

don't you see your visitor off?'

I prodded gently. He didn't move. I sighed and started talking about the

African Cup of Nations Championship and how sad it was that

Kenya had lost



to

Burkina Faso .When he did not respond, I yawned loudly, said goodnight

and went to bed. Sleep evaded me like the mosquitoes that buzz through out

the night. My husband did not come to bed with me - he opted for the couch.

By the break of dawn I had painted my mind red with all sorts of possible

revenge, thinking of the ultimate pain to inflict on him for the anguish

he has caused me. But my heart grew haggard on the prospect of a physical

confrontation. I was going to fight this war my own way and at my own pace.



Last night marked the beginning

of a cold war, not confrontation. I have

heard of, and even seen, women go after 'the other woman' with a panga.

But my reasoning was, this woman was not the only player here. My husband

probably seduced her. Other

women go so far as to attack their

husbands,

but then again, I thought: If a man is fed up with me, he will let me know.

If he wants to have an affair, that is his business. Strange, I know, but

silence was my weapon - and a very vicious weapon it was. As far as I was

concerned, that

was the end of it.



I went about my business as usual and did not say or do anything that would

suggest it had actually happened. Two weeks later, I was waking up and was

surprised to find my husband sitting at the foot of the bed, sobbing

deeply.

'I am sorry... so sorry. Please forgive me, please, just say something,

don't shut me out, just say something...' I looked at him calmly, my

heart frozen. My face

showed feigned surprise and innocence. 'What are you

talking about?



Sorry for what?' He sobbed even louder, sinking to his

knees, his head

buried in his hands. 'Say something... shout, scream, anything, but

please

don't be silent. It's killing me, please, I'll tell you everything...' I

smiled. It was the smile of a woman who has just tricked the devil into

getting down on his knees and

praying. It was the smile of a woman who had

won.



I had left my peace with God and He will deal with them in Time. At the end

I remained the Lady he had married, and the other women was just another

lesson for me that made me the better person I am today.



Send this to all the women and men you know!!!!!! wow

On morning last December my elderly female neighbor, who is an African-American woman in her middle eighties had a problem with a tree in my yard touching her house. I was in my kitchen and just happened to look out the open front door and saw her standing there in a sideways position in the middle of my front yard dressed in her robe, a scarf covering her head and no teeth in her mouth, I was curious about what she was doing there and so I went to see what was going on, she started her tirade right in the middle of the holiday season by snarling, "Are you gonna trim this tree, because it is touching my house!!! I was a little taken aback by her outburst, she was pointing gnarled fingers at my Angel trumpet tree, I told her that my tree was not touching her house and she proceeded to let me know that she needed to read her meter to monitor her electricity, I looked at her with a startled look on my face and told her no one read their meter, they have people who are paid to do that and they have a wand that is computerized all they do is point and record. She looked at me like I was stupid. My tree was in her path to go and read her meter and she further stated and insisted that she must have access to get to her meter. I really couldn't believe my ears so I watched her walk off my lawn and go back to her house. Later that day after she was dressed she came walking down my driveway and past my front entrance to where a small palm tree was planted and she couldn't have access that way to read her meter, this was another obstacle that she refused to content with. The next day, early morning my phone rings and she is on the line letting me know that her landscape person is coming and she wants me to give her the go ahead to have him trim the Angel Trumpet tree and remove the small palm tree to give her her much needed access to her meter. I told her that under no circumstances would I allow her landscape person to cut anything on my property. After I was dressed I happened to be passing one of my open windows and saw her standing on my front lawn again with the landscape guy, telling him about what I had said that the people coming to read the meter carried a computerized device and they didn't have to go up close to read the meter by looking at the numbers, the landscape guy told her that I was right. She wasn't too thrilled with that statement and she doubly wasn't too thrilled when he told her that he can't come on our property and cut down anything, without permission. For the rest of the day, if I told you that that woman walked from my driveway all the way up to my front entrance to get to her meter which of course is located on a box on her house, about 4 or 5 times, no less. I was now becoming irritated, this woman is just a mean spirited person. The next time my husband saw her traipsing through the yard he came out and told her to go back to her house and stop walking in our yard like she was the owner and had all right to be here. She told him, while she stood in the middle of the lawn, that this was her property, then she noticed where she was standing and stepped off the grass quickly unto the concrete walk-way, while arguing on the top of her voice that she needed access to her meter. My husband did take a machete to the small palm tree and chopped it down. He said he was just tired of her antics and he hoped she was satisfied now. I was livid and so upset that he did this. A few days later the property manager was called but not before I decided to call the West Palm Beach police department who dispatched an officer over to speak with me. After learning my story, he proceeded to tell me that she had all right to walk down my walkway to get to her meter if she had no other way of getting to it, but he was just trying to cool things down, because a few days later when the property manager was called and I told him what the cop had said, he, being an ex-cop himself, said she was definitely trespassing, this is my property that she kept coming on.

Since that time we haven't spoken to this woman anymore, at one time she would be the one calling to have my husband help her move something in her house, help her take something out of her car that was too heavy for her, call me to help her figure something out on her computer, etc. She is very mobile, she drives herself around still and goes to church or meetings, etc. She is just a lonely old woman who for some reason is very bitter. She seldom gets visitors except her daughter and son-in-law who visits few and far between. And the few people from her church who only visits when she invites them for lunch.

Well, yesterday she had a West Palm Beach officer standing with her on our front lawn again, this time complaining that she can't get to her faucet at the side of the house, (same side where the meter is located) because again, we have a small Angel Trumpet tree and a potted palm where she can't get to it, she says. This was told to my neighbor down the street where she went to report that she was having problems with the "Jamaicans, next door". She can certainly access her faucet, but she never uses it because she put a lock on it, because her water bill was high and we were "suspect" because "I don't know who is using it" when I told her that she sounded like she was implying that we were, this was told to me back in December '07.

I think this woman needs to be put in a nursing home because she is not rational in her thinking and everyone is suspect.

Hi everyone. Well I just needed to take a break from my online business which is with a well know medical discount company to write these few words and not think about the website that I am having problems with at the moment. I emailed support and they will get back to me today at some point to help me clear up the problem. The company is running a promotion for this July month where for $20 you can become an independent business owner instead of paying the usual $95, which still isn't bad, some of us can't afford to pay this amount. We all have some kind of financial thing going on which is never ending these days. Anyway that's why I have been neglecting my posts to this blog. I have been with this company for a very short time actually I paid the $20, I had been looking at this company for quite awhile and every time I got ready to pay the $95 something else came up. Nothing happens before the time though. This program is good for the multitude of us without insurance, this company offers an alternative for dental, vision, chiropractic and prescription discounts that are paid at the time of service. The business aspect of it is great, you get paid daily or monthly whichever you prefer and it is not a get rich quick scheme, I have been told to give myself 2-4 years consistency it will pay off. Also it is a business that is willable and saleable. So you can't go wrong with that. God forbid you kick/croak your checks still keep rolling in to your family because they are residual checks. If you would like to see what I am up to please go to my website at www.freedomathometeam.com/40612116

Well, Missy's mom came back from vacation, stopped by my house for a hot minute and then proceeded to her girlfriend's apartment to pick up good ol' Missy the Cat. Everything went smoothly with the transportation to the next building where Missy lives. I have to tell you that I saw my daughter's girlfriend in church last Sunday and I asked her how my grandcat was doing. She cheerfully replied, "Oh, Missy follows me all over the place and she jumps in bed with me and when I am sitting down watching television she jumps into my lap". Missy was good company for her because she lives alone. My daughter told me that when she called her to say that she would be picking Missy up that night, she said, "Tonight? why don't you just leave her until in the morning?" So my daughter told her that she missed her cat and she was on her way to get her.

After arriving at her friend's house she scooped up her cat and hightailed it home. Upon arrival, she said Missy was out of sorts and ran into her bedroom straight under the bed. After opening her Fancy Feast and giving water, Missy went back under the bed where she stayed until morning. She usually sleeps in bed with my daughter and we came to the conclusion that she was a little ticked at being left for a week, even though she had no problems at her temporary "vacation chalet" she still had a "cattitude".

I recently found a website while looking for women empowerment topics to add to another blog that I have. It has quotes from Mother Theresa and Maya Angelou to name a few. Also an interesting flash presentation entitled "Wisdom from Water" by Dr. Masaru Emoto,a Japanese pioneer for his research with water. He takes pictures of different water sources and the pictures that appear shows water responding to positive speech emotions that is directed at it, thus showing brilliant crystal-like shapes, he also shows what the water looks like when confronted with negative speech emotions and the difference in what the water looks like, just stagnant and unattractive; it is absolutely wild to watch. We just take water for granted, you wash with it, swim in it and drink it, that's about it. But these photos show water in a whole other light. My belief is that all things of nature that are alive be it a tree, grass, flowers, etc. have emotions. They feel just like how you and I as members of the human race react when our feelings are hurt and when we are unloved. To see this flash presentation, please visit empowering women The Blog entry is called "Pearls of Wisdom" click to enter website and at the top click on Intro then scroll down to the middle of the page, you will see some colorful "dancing" words that say "Words are Alive And They Are Magic".

Let me know what you think after viewing this presentation.