female creature is the most power creature in the world

Ladies, ladies,

Its not that the men only want us in the kitchen, they prefer we stay in the bedroom as well. But ladies the truth of the matter is they are frightened of us. The average male know very well that to go against a women in any aspect of the world he has to come three times as strong to come close to winning; you notice I did not say he will win. Our strong will, open heart, caring and our contribution to the world make us very intimidating. They know we know their way of thinking, which can be scary at times. Look around the world do you think if women had been in charge from the beginning all the wars, hatred, killing would have happened, NO. A man will kill his brother over a piece of chicken wing where as a woman will simply share it with her sister so why should we even care if they prefer we stay away from the listserv.

The female creature is the most power creature in the world and they know it. Who else can do what we do? Not another creature. Who else can bleed for 5 days and not fall over and die, not a man, he will die. Who do you know can carry another living creature inside of them for 9 months and still live to tell her story, again not a man, if a man had to go thru one hour of labor pain, the world would have only 10 persons in it? Who else do you know can work 8 hours outside of the home, another 8 hours in the home and still never let them forget they are men when the lights goes out, not a man. We all know when they get home, the only thing on their minds are food, TV and bed.

Ladies, like my grandmother always say, there are always more then one way to skin a cat. If we feel strongly they do not want us to participate on those listserv by the treatment we receive from them, then by all means, we can build our own “female only” listserv. And to really get our point across to them, we will give them “view only” access to the site. This way, they can read about the great and important things women have to say but they will not be allowed to participate. Let me know ladies and I will start working on it this weekend!

Wait a minute, why are we waiting for them to “let” us write anyway? Ladies, write whatever you want to write, I do. I have no intension of letting anyone stop me but God. If they don’t like what I have to say, click the delete key its that simple, but please don’t stop writing because if you do, then they got what they wanted.

As I was writing this, a thought came to mind, “what would the world be like without women?” It was so ugly; I had to quickly erase it completely out of my head……that was a scary thought…..never again should I think of that, never!!!

Be blessed and have a great weekend.

Roberta

When you think your life is bad, read this and count your blessing!

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, I m sorry, but you don t have enough money to buy this doll.



Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: Granny, are you sure I don t have enough money? The old lady replied: You know that you don t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear. Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her. I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. No, Santa Claus can’t bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.

His eyes were so sad while saying this. My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister. My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall. Then he showed me a very nice photo of himself. He was laughing. He then told me I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won t forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she didn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister. Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll! OK he said I hope I do have enough. I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said: Thank you God for giving me enough money! Then he looked at me and added, I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me! I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.

My mommy loves white roses. A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state of mind from when I started. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn’t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.