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Name: AnDiE cAy Gender: Female
Interests: ~*~i love hanging out with my youth group!!! singing for church and at school! sports are fun, nook'em is an awesome game especially in the snow! i love Jesus with all my heart! my favorite colors are pink blue purple and green. my favorite number is 3 and i love my family lots!~*~
*shout out to meagan i love ya like a sis girlie* Expertise: ~having fun! ~hanging out with my friends! ~being me!
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Member Since:
1/30/2005
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| I miss my mommy and my sister and right now my brother too...  I love you mommy!!!! love always, ~Me... andie cay | | |
| "I am 16 going on 17, innocent as a rose. Fellows I meet may tell me I'm sweet and willingly I believe. ..." ( a few days late but oh well ... lol ) love always, Andie Cay | | |
| The Mayonnaise Jar
When things in your life seem Almost too much to handle, When 24 Hours in a day is not enough, Remember the mayonnaise jar And 2 cups of coffee.
A professor stood before his philosophy class And had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, He picked up a very large And empty mayonnaise jar And proceeded to fill it with golf balls.
He then asked the students If the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open Areas between the golf balls.
He then asked The students again If the jar was full.. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand And poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded With an unanimous "yes."
The professor then produced Two cups of coffee from under the table And poured the entire contents Into the jar, effectively Filling the Empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
"Now," said the professor, As the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that This jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things - God, family, children, health, Friends, and Favorite passions -- Things that if everything else was lost And only they remained, Your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter Like your job, house, and car.
The sand is everything else -- The small stuff.
"If you put the sand into the jar first," He continued, "there is no room for The pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life.
If you spend all your time And energy on the small stuff, You will never have room for The things that are Important to you.
So...
Pay attention to the things That are critical to your happiness. Play With your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18.
There will always be time To clean the house And fix the disposal.
"Take care of the golf balls first -- The things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."
One of the students raised her hand And inquired what the coffee represented.
The professor smiled "I'm glad you asked".
It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for A couple of cups of coffee with a friend." yeah so I liked this ! The End! ~ME | | |
| hey it's me again! Spring Break was awesome! ... "Friends are forever... boys are whatever!" lol a little girl had that on her t-shirt at Disney! "I know I'm looking" "outside joke" "that's your angry face!" and all the songs!!! lol that's for you Meagan!!! ok well I love you all have a great week! God bless, always and forever, ~Me ( a crazy little girlie) | | |
| Hey ...It's me again: So this song pretty sums up my feelings right now! here it is: Things That Never Die Words by Charles Dickens Music by Lee Dengler The pure, the bright, the beautiful that stirred our hearts in youth, The impulses to wordless prayer, The streams of love and truth, The longing after something lost, The spirit's yearning cry, The striving after better hopes; These things can never die. Theses things can never die. The timid hand stretched forth to aid a brother in his (sister in her) need, A kindly word in grief's dark hour that proves a friend indeed; The plea for mercy softly breathed, When justice threatens high, The sorrow of a contrite heart; These things shall never die, shall never die. Let nothing pass, for every hand must find some work to do, Lose not a chance to waken love; Be firm and just and true, So shall a light that cannot fade beam on thee from on high, And angel voices say to thee; these things can never die, These things can never die. love always, please pray for me, ~Andrea | | |
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