Ive realized lifes to short to sit back and get upset over family problems, i cant change whats going on, as much as id liek to i cant . The only thing i can do is sit back and deal with it. For people who are going threw tough times... dont worry aboutta thing everything always gets better:)

Live as if it were your last day.

Laugh like youve never laughed before.

Love as if it were the last thing youll do.

My animals!..... WELL SOME OF THEM!

MY ANIMALS!

PUMPKINS!

Scary pictures!

                                                        

Dolce and Gabbana handbag for sale!

I have a large dolce and gabbana handbag that ive been trying to sell for a couple of weeks now, there is nothing wrong with the bag i just really need the money.

There is nothing wrong with the bag no rips, tares, or staines. I really hate to sell it but once again im in need of cash. This is a pretty unique bag i havent seen one like it, ive gotten so many complaments while holding the bag because of its unique style.

Description: Brown snakeskin design, soft exterior, with a chocolate brown interior. Has cell phone pocket, zip pocket, and alsoanother pocket next to the cell phone pocket. On exterior it has only one zip pocket. This pure can be uncliped on the side to make it bigger as seen in picture 2. purse zips shut and also buckles. $30/bo EMAIL IF INTERESTED! Needs to go A.S.A.P. willing to nagociate. Pokey329@hotmail.com

Email if interested! willing to ship if needed!

Haunted bridge!

A team from the Cheshire Paranormal Society photographed a strange white figure crossing Pack Horse footbridge late at night during one of their vigils. It is said a total of three spirits haunt Pack Horse bridge, a young girl and two older women. Many people in Wales claim to have seen a ghostly woman dressed in black silk walking along the bridge at dusk.

Although this was just a random shot, orbs had been captured by the group already and several members felt uneasy at the time. It’s believed a number of ghosts haunt this bridge possibly in connection with a former burial ground nearby, for which the bridge was the entrance.

Crying boy painting. TRUE scary story!!!!!

The curse of the Crying Boy Painting. In 1988, a mysterious explosion destroyed the home of the Amos family in Heswall, England. When firemen sifted through the burnt-out shell of the house, they found a framed picture, entitled ‘The Crying Boy’, which was a portrait of an angelic-looking boy with a sorrowful expression and a tear rolling down his cheek. But the picture was not even singed by the blaze.

Not long afterwards in Bradford, there was another blaze, and again a picture of the crying child was found intact among the smouldering ruins. The head of the Yorkshire Fire Brigade told the national newspapers that pictures of the weird Crying Boy were frequently found intact in the rubble of houses that had been mysteriously burnt to the ground. Journalists asked him if he thought that the picture was evil and could somehow start the fires, but the fire-chief refused to comment.

Crying Boy Painting

The curse of the Crying Boy Painting. In 1988, a mysterious explosion destroyed the home of the Amos family in Heswall, England. When firemen sifted through the burnt-out shell of the house, they found a framed picture, entitled ‘The Crying Boy’, which was a portrait of an angelic-looking boy with a sorrowful expression and a tear rolling down his cheek. But the picture was not even singed by the blaze.
Not long afterwards in Bradford, there was another blaze, and again a picture of the crying child was found intact among the smouldering ruins. The head of the Yorkshire Fire Brigade told the national newspapers that pictures of the weird Crying Boy were frequently found intact in the rubble of houses that had been mysteriously burnt to the ground. Journalists asked him if he thought that the picture was evil and could somehow start the fires, but the fire-chief refused to comment.
The reports of the unlucky painting causing fires are still occasionally reported; there was a Crying Boy picture found at a gutted house in Dublin in 1998, but no one as ever found out just who the child is in the supposedly cursed painting. One well-respected researcher into occult matters, a retired schoolmaster from Devon named George Mallory, claimed that to have uncovered the truth in 1995. Mr Mallory claimed he tracked down the artist behind the controversial portrait: an old Spanish postcard artist named Franchot Seville, who lives in Madrid. Seville said the Crying boy was a little street urchin he had found wandering around Madrid in 1969. He never spoke, and had a very sorrowful look in his eyes. Seville painted the boy, and a Catholic priest said the Boy was Don Bonillo, a child who had run away after seeing his parents die in a blaze. The priest told the artist to have nothing to do with the runaway, because wherever he settled, fires of unknown origin would mysteriously break out; the villagers called him ‘Diablo’ because of this.
Seville ignored the superstitious priest and looked after the boy. The paintings of the little sad orphan made Seville fairly rich, but one day, his studio was mysteriously burned to the ground. Seville was ruined, and he accused the little Don Bonillo of arson. The boy ran off crying, and was never seen again. Then, from all over Europe came the reports of the unlucky Crying Boy paintings causing blazes. Seville was also regarded as a jinx, and no one commissioned him to paint, or would even look at his paintings. In 1976, a car exploded into a fireball on the outskirts of Barcelona after crashing into a wall. The victim was charred beyond recognition, but part of the victim’s driving licence in the glove compartment was only partly burned. The name on the licence was one 19-year-old Don Bonillo; could this have been the same Don Bonillo who had been the subject of the Crying Boy painting eight years earlier? We will probably never know, as no friends or relations ever came forward for the body.

Terror house! scary story:)

Rumor had it that the house on top of the hill was haunted. Local children called it “Terror House”. The former owner had been murdered in a horrible manner by a gang of thieves. Supposedly, the old man had a huge fortune, a wooden chest full of precious gems hidden somewhere in the house.





The thieves broke into the house one night and tried to force the man to reveal where his treasure was hidden. But the old man was a stubborn sort and refused to tell them where the chest was located. The thieves eventually chopped him up into little pieces and threw the remains into the fireplace.






Legend had it that, every Halloween night, at the stroke of midnight, the old man’s ghost would appear, falling down the chimney piece by piece. It was said that if you waited there long enough, the old man’s body would reassemble itself and his ghost would point to the location of the treasure. Unfortunately, no one had ever been brave enough to sit there and watch the ghastly scene to the end.






One halloween, when two young kids named Chad and Roberta were at school, when they heard their friends talking about the legend of Terror House and the old man’s ghost. They had heard the story a number of times over the years. The two kids claimed they didn’t believe Terror House was really haunted. Their friends challenged them to prove it. They dared Chad and Roberta to spend the night in the haunted house.






That night, their friends waited in the driveway as the two kids walked up the driveway of the haunted house and stood on the porch. Chad found a window that was loose and forced it open. He climbed in and Roberta followed him, carrying a flashlight.






Inside the house, the atmosphere was eerie and forboding. It looked like no one had been there for years. The furniture was draped with white sheets and cobwebs were covering every surface. The two kids found a spot near the chimney, spread out their sleeping bags and settled down to wait until the clock struck midnight.






The house was quiet until the town clock chimed twelve. At once, they heard a thunderous rumbling coming from the fireplace. A hazy, yellow light began to emanate from the fireplace, shining on the floor in front of them. Chad turned to Roberta and grabbed her hand. They were both trembling with fear.






Suddenly, there came a hideous noise that sounded like a splat. It seemed as if something had fallen down the chimney and landed on the stone hearth below. Looking closer, the pair saw thjat it was a severed leg.






Roberta let out a piercing scream. They heard another fleshy thumping sound and another severed leg appeared on top of its mate. Chad squeezed Roberta’s hand tightly, as he started to sob with terror. Then an arm flopped down on top of the other limbs. There was a huge wet thud as a torso hit the pile. Finally, a head tumbled down the chimney and landed on the heap of body parts. It balanced on top of them like a cherry on an ice cream sundae.






Chad and Roberta were were clutching each other in silent terror. The body parts began crawling across the floor and gradually assembled themselves into a full figure. Then, the corpse of the old man, quietly stood up and crept towards the terrified children. His arm extended and he pointed straight at them.






The kids who were waiting outside heard unearthly screams coming from the haunted house. They were too frightened to go inside, so they remained outside the gate until sunrise. When it grew bright enough, they finally summoned the courage to go into the house and find their friends.






They climbed in the window and saw a large wooden chest sitting in front of the fireplace. Excited, the ran over to it and found that the chest was filled to the brim with precious gems. Then they recoiled in horror when they noticed two sets of legs poking out from under the chest. They pulled the heavy wooden chest back to reveal the crushed bodies of Chad and Roberta lying squashed underneath.

A friday night.

It was a typical friday night i had just gotten home from my boy friends house and the phone rang... it was my best friend christine who ive known since 1st grade. So i picked it up and she began telling me how one of our mutual friends was talking trash about her and how she was goign to send her a message on facebook, befor she  could even began typing i told her to just ignore it but if she thougth it was absolutly neccassary to te;; her that  you dont know me nd nor do i know you, that well and quite frankly i have nop problem with you. Either we be sible to each other or neither of us speak to eachother at all. I thought i was doing a good job of telling her what i thought but insted she just sat there and bickered with her the whole time we were on the phone. To be perfectly honest its better to be the bigger person in a situation than the person that escallates it.