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Blogger, please fix whatever is

Blogger, please fix whatever is going wrong between my posts being sent from phone to my blog, it is annoying. Stop mixing words.

Faith.

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Alophoto taken from internet. t of things have been on m mind lately. Faith being one of them. Catholic faith. I was baptized catholic at 4 after my father died. i guess back then they had a thing called 'limbo' and that is why i was baptized. I wasn't raised in the church at all. I was raised with no religion. I have found my way back to the same church i was baptized into. but it is also humiliating to have to take classes to be confirmed. It is humiliating to have to learn the bible at 25 years old. There are children who know way more than i do. I struggle with doubt alot. Alot of the time i don't feel god around me. I feel like a failure. Sometimes i feel that god hates me. I feel empty. And it hurts. I guess this is all normal feelings to have in the journey of faith but i don't want these feelings anymore. I want to feel god near me. With me. This keeps me up most days. Like
today.i want peace inside of me. No more sadness anssray that god hears all of our p…

Invasion

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I have an invasion of horse flies in my apartment. Well, it's more like an infestation. Seriously. I had a rat that died inside of my walls and i am guessing these little bastards have nested in the walls while feasting on the rat. It got to the point where last week i had about 80 of them in my kitchen flying over my light. The only way i can control them is by spraying them. And that is only the ones that i can see. I am guessing the ones in the wall are going to keep having babies. The worst part is i am going to have company tomorrow morning and now have to make it look presentable and apologize over and over for the state of my apartment. Even though i live with my mother, she doesn't help at all and honestly doesn't care. I would rather deal with the rats than these flies. They are horrible. I feel like a failure. All i can do is pray that they will go away. And fast.This message has been sent using the picture and Video service from Verizon Wireless!To learn how you…

"If we have no peace,

"If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other." - Mother Teresa

Just a quick note for

Just a quick note for the few readers I have, mobile blogger is messing up my posts and I will fix my posts when i get to a pc.

Willman Mendoza r. I. P.

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Last night wilman villar mendoza died from more than 50 days of being on a hunger strike. He died fighting for the freedom of his country. He died a hero. He left behind 2 daughters, 5 and 6, and a wife. The castro regime is fully responsible for his death. I have seen other bloggers say that we all could have done more. That we failed wilman. And i agree. I am so pissed that he died. How many more cubans have to die before the international media pays attention? How many more? They turned a blind eye to him and the dissidents. Enough is enough. I hope and pray that no one else dies. I hope and pray that this will be the last year of the castro regime in power. The people of cuba need freedom. Now. And they need our support to accomplish that. Please spread the word about mendoza. Let his memory live on. Fight for freedom in his memory. pray, tell your friends and family, write letters
to your elected officials. Do something to help the dissidents in cuba. pray for his family. Please.

CUBAN POLITICAL PRISONER WILMAN VILLAR

CUBAN POLITICAL PRISONER WILMAN VILLAR MENDOZA DIES http://t.co/neeoOiuF (via twitter)

Thank you, mobile Blogger for

Thank you, mobile Blogger for screwing up and butchering my last blog post. I don't know why my words are mixing up together.

Wilman villar mendoza

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Right now, inside of a cuban prison hospital, cuban prisoner of conscience wilman villar mendoza is in a coma fighting for his life. He has been on a hunger strike since november. if he dies, the castro regime is fuwill bey responsible for it. The dissidents in cubpolitical prisonersd with no choice but to resort to hunger strikes. In 2010 cuban prisoner of conscience orlando zapata tamayo died on a hunger strike. This is the reality if c oa. Everyday, political prisoners, as well as those who are not in prison, are beaten, threatened and detained for simply wanting a free country where they will not be imprisoned forexpressing differe pay attention to him and to the people of cuba who are fighting for freedom. Pray for him, please. Pray that he will come out of the coma and survive. Pray for all of the dissidents in cuba. Pray. Spread the word. Do something to tell peoples about him.
His life is in danger, he needs our help and support. He ise iheraageous man. We need him tosurvive…

Flashback 2nd b.lizzard of 2010.

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This is a pic i took of the second blizzard of 2010 that hit us in the mid atlantic region. The photo was taken on feb. 6, 2010. I was snowed in for an entire week and the blizzard right before had hit less than a couple weeks earlier. it gave me a rude reminder of when i first moved to maryland from florida in december 1995....a couple weeks later, the blizzard of 96 hit. I like snow....only when it is falling and making everything beautiful. I don't like the aftermath of it. I am glad this winter has been snow free so far. And i hope it stays that way. Anyways, just thought i would share this photo. Everyone have a beautiful day and stay warm and safe. Hugs.This picture message or video message was sent using Multimedia Messaging Service. To play video messages sent to email, Apple� QuickTime� 6.5 or higher is required. Visit www.apple.com/quicktime/download to download the free player or upgrade your existing QuickTime Player. Note: During the download process when asked to cho…

Te amo

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Mi amor. Mi querido. Eres siempre en mi corazon. Tus besos. Tus palababrazo pasion. Tus palabras de amor. Yo soy tuyo. Y tu eres mio. Nuestro amor es como fuego. Mi amor por ti es eterno. Me entrego a tu amor. Te amo con todo mi cuerpo. Mi alma. Mi corazon. Te amo, mi carino. Te amo. This picture message or video message was sent using Multimedia Messaging Service. To play video messages sent to email, Apple� QuickTime� 6.5 or higher is required. Visit www.apple.com/quicktime/download to download the free player or upgrade your existing QuickTime Player. Note: During the download process when asked to choose an installation type (Minimum, Recommended or Custom), select Minimum for faster download.

My favorite place

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The photo above is bloede's dam. It is in patapsco valley state park, maryland. I love to go here often in the spring and summer. It was the worlds first underwater hydroelectricdam. Most of it was damaged by hurricane agnes years ago and it was later gutted. On the left there is a fish ladder for fish to swim upstream. In order to get to the dam you have to walk a mile on the trail along the patapsco river. There are always ducks around with their babies, which is a lovely sight to see. All you hear there is the water. The sound of the river flowing. Of course that is in the morning before everyone starts to roll in and have their parties for the summer. for some reason, i feel closer to god in that park. I feel at peace there. Just me and nature. It is a wonderful feeling. I can't wait until spring so i can start going back and hike all the trails. (i have realized that my mobile
isin't letting me capitalize certain things. My grammar is good, it's just the mobile ph…

William coleman corley 1918-jan. 4 1991.

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On this day when i was 4 years old, i had to learn the hard way what death is. if i do the math correctly, my father was 73 when he died. He was 36 years older than my mother. He served in world war 2 and ended his carreer s a chief in the navy. My only memories of him are on this day when he died and then seeing him in his casket during his viewing. The pain of not having a father will stay with me for the rest of my life. It is a hole that will never be fixed. I have nothing of his that he had owned. That all was given to my brother because he is the son. No one thought that i would have liked to have something of my fathers. All i have are pictures. although alot of him is alive in me. I get my love of cultures, languages, and freedom from him. i have his hair genes. For better or worse. Lol. I hope he is proud of me. Dad, i miss you and love you. One day we will see each other again
. In the meantime, keep on partying up there with god. You are missed by so many. I love you. R.i.p.