tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12414361555151392482012-02-16T20:14:02.256-08:00Divanoreply@blogger.comBlogger181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241436155515139248.post-52844220656965762562009-03-27T09:27:00.000-07:002009-03-27T09:49:40.568-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jx3dbUcLZ2I/Sc0DghMlb6I/AAAAAAAAACE/bVTmr08Q9qg/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 129px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jx3dbUcLZ2I/Sc0DghMlb6I/AAAAAAAAACE/bVTmr08Q9qg/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317910592196276130" border="0" /></a><br /><img src="file:///Users/valflemons/Desktop/Picture%203.png" alt="" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241436155515139248-5284422065696576256?l=mrsdivablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Divanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241436155515139248.post-37061803192303905952009-03-27T08:13:00.000-07:002009-03-27T09:25:48.519-07:00Senior year has been fun<br /> I guess you can say<br /> but through it<br /> all I will<br /> miss<br /> It<br /> one day all the tears<br /> and laughter has<br /> paid of hey we are<br /> seniors so lets get<br /> crunk and do the<br /> dang thang...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241436155515139248-3706180319230390595?l=mrsdivablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Divanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241436155515139248.post-84924740011867372632009-03-27T08:07:00.000-07:002009-03-27T08:13:32.112-07:00<ul><li>It's not so cold</li><li>We are almost bout to graduate</li><li>Wear shorts and tank tops</li><li>Go out of town (party)</li><li>Teachers not talking as much as they usually do...dang that be getting on my last nerve:)</li><li>Go jogging at the track(NOT REALLY)...</li><li>Play at the park with friends<br /></li><li>Go riding all night</li><li>Stay out late<br /></li><li>Baseball-Softball</li><li>Go shopping (prom dress)</li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241436155515139248-8492474001186737263?l=mrsdivablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Divanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241436155515139248.post-40151830323994334852009-03-27T07:53:00.000-07:002009-03-27T08:01:56.629-07:00Dear church, I am writting this letter today to convince yall that I have no part of the witchcraft world even though I have seen some things done,but that have nothing to do with me I would do anything to let yall know that I am as innocence as everybody else in this church room if I get punished for this foolish fault I would be divastated and so would my family. I have a 2 year old baby girl and a 1 year old son and I know that yall wouldn't want your kids growing up without a mother so Im askin in the name of Jesus to let me get back to my life and things don't go no further then here.<br /><br /><br />XOXO<br />Valarie Flemons:)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241436155515139248-4015183032399433485?l=mrsdivablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Divanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241436155515139248.post-1642656761692695152009-02-02T07:16:00.000-08:002009-02-02T07:31:06.457-08:001.They gave birth to me<br />2.They give me a place to live<br />3.Im well taking care of<br />4.When I need someone to talk to I can talk to them<br />5.They give me money when I am broke which is all the time...<br />6.They fed me when I couldn't feed myself<br />7.Change my diaper when I was younger<br />8.Im thankful for them putting food on the table<br />9.Buying me clothes<br />10.Im thankful for them teaching me alot of cool stuff<br />11.Im thankful for them pushing me to graduate<br />12.My mom is my best friend<br />13.They will pay for my college<br />14.They taught me how to walk and talk<br />15.They taught me right from wrong<br />16.Im thankful for them giving me my doggie chocolate I love her...<br />17.Im thankful for them celebrating my first birthday party!!!<br />18.Im thankful for them not letting me have a boy friend ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241436155515139248-164265676169269515?l=mrsdivablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Divanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241436155515139248.post-39763348988703345042009-01-16T08:13:00.000-08:002009-01-16T08:15:56.515-08:00It was a warm summer day when a shy teenager stepped in the office of Close to You Foundation. His confident way of walking and careless look were a mask for the sensitive boy, a mask which helps him go on… this is how we met Dragos. <p>Dragos was diagnosed HIV positive when he was twelve years old. It was a cold winter day when his parents were confirmed what they could not say out loud… their child was HIV positive. From that point forward, winter came in their hearts as well.</p> <p>The shock was strongly felt as if something had broken inside of them: “It’s breaking my heart”, the mother used to say …</p> <p>No one understood or accepted what they had found out…</p> <p>All of a sudden, the playground and the adventures were substituted by frequent visits to the doctor, hospitalization periods and pills… lots of pills…</p> <p>The child got scared of his mother’s grieved face, the silence was overwhelming, and so was the fact that he felt his parents were keeping something from him. </p> <p>Supported by the social assistants as well as the medical staff, his parents told Dragos about the diagnosis, after that, they embraced the silence. Too many questions appeared which they could not answer, too many thoughts, too much anger… </p> <p><span class="pullquote">Dragos got involved in many programs which were run by the specialists of our foundation. A lot of work has been done on diagnosis disclosure, as well as on its psychological, social and physical implications.</span></p> <p><img src="http://www.unicef.org/romania/bravery-pic2.jpg" /></p> <p>Along with other beneficiaries of the foundation, Dragos formed the first support group, which helped them all overcome the difficult moments and find their own resources to fight the illness and accept the diagnosis. The group survived the time battle; they now have a very good relationship, and they became friends and have been supporting each other ever since.</p> <p>The selfless spirit as well as the permanent care for this field determined Dragos to become a volunteer within the Close to You foundation, as it enabled him to get more involved in the fight against this terrible illness. <span class="pullquote">Dragos has become a responsible young man, determined to fight as well as to enjoy anything life has to offer. Thanks to his way of being, Dragos is a very likable person, and he sets an example for all the others. Anytime he faces a problem, Dragos comes to our specialists for help, and they work together to find the best way to solve it. </span></p> <p><img src="http://www.unicef.org/romania/bravery-pic1.jpg" /></p> <p>Both he and his family will continue to get help throughout the programs of the foundation, which will try to meet all their needs with a lot of affection and support.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241436155515139248-3976334898870334504?l=mrsdivablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Divanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241436155515139248.post-64309719666484340792009-01-16T07:49:00.000-08:002009-01-16T07:56:51.092-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jx3dbUcLZ2I/SXCs1vSX0QI/AAAAAAAAABk/-Xt3wjnJC3o/s1600-h/dog-large.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jx3dbUcLZ2I/SXCs1vSX0QI/AAAAAAAAABk/-Xt3wjnJC3o/s320/dog-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291919601386901762" border="0" /></a><br />If I were a dog for a day I would be so energetic and so playful with other dogs I wouldn't be a bully like some dogs are like for example you see the dog in the picture that is how I would be I would just mind my business and enjoy life to the fullest because u know dogs don't live for along time...lol I really don't no that but that is what I would do If I were a dog for one day..The End..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241436155515139248-6430971966648434079?l=mrsdivablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Divanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241436155515139248.post-28660146790763893282009-01-06T07:49:00.000-08:002009-01-06T08:02:07.913-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jx3dbUcLZ2I/SWOAWwZo0DI/AAAAAAAAABU/m2-3TkOKfvA/s1600-h/chains.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 126px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jx3dbUcLZ2I/SWOAWwZo0DI/AAAAAAAAABU/m2-3TkOKfvA/s320/chains.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288211515901005874" border="0" /></a><br />What would be in my room 101 if I was sent to it It would have like chains hangin from the bed and before you went inside room 101 you had to put a stray jacket on just incase you try to escape and the reason why its for punishment just say I wrote my own diary and that was against the rules so I had to get put in their for that.<img src="file:///Users/valflemons/Desktop/images.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///Users/valflemons/Desktop/images.jpg" alt="" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241436155515139248-2866014679076389328?l=mrsdivablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Divanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241436155515139248.post-61642165931175499402008-11-25T07:52:00.000-08:002008-11-25T08:04:47.550-08:00ummm.. I have so many things that My mom and grandma cooks ummm.. Dressing,Turkey, Deviled eggs, ham,cheese broccoli,chitterlings and so on...My favorite would have to be the Dressing.<br />1.Get to stay out longer<br />2.No homework<br />3.No school<br />4.Sleep in<br />5.Stay the night at friends<br />6.Hang with friends<br />7.Fight without getting in trouble<br />8.Go riding real late<br />9.Food<br />10.Be with family<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241436155515139248-6164216593117549940?l=mrsdivablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Divanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241436155515139248.post-59858437767481736162008-11-07T08:09:00.000-08:002008-11-07T08:10:48.912-08:00I don't feel like blogging 2day so Im not<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241436155515139248-5985843776748173616?l=mrsdivablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Divanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241436155515139248.post-22501829675314111292008-10-24T08:05:00.000-07:002008-10-24T08:06:29.601-07:00I remember when he gave us a speech at the Pride Program it was to crunk..I really like it I was crunk that whole day..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241436155515139248-2250182967531411129?l=mrsdivablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Divanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241436155515139248.post-23446808351029383912008-10-10T07:30:00.000-07:002008-10-10T07:43:21.919-07:00Once upon a time there was a little girl that lived up on a hill she was all alone by herself and her mom and dad abandoned her and left her with her brother and sister to starve and die and that house they had no food or water to drink they had to sleep on the floor with no cover and their was no mattress or nothing and the only way she could make a living is go find food out the garbage she wouldn't have a enough to eat so she would feed her brothers and sisters first and the little scrapes that were left she would eat them,but one day it was snowing and they didn't have no heater or nothing so they froze to death.then 3 months after there mom and dad came back to tell them why they did that to them but it was to late. The END<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241436155515139248-2344680835102938391?l=mrsdivablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Divanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241436155515139248.post-37968694167815144492008-10-03T08:16:00.000-07:002008-10-03T08:21:36.079-07:00What I like to do on my birthday is hangout with friends and do crazy stuff ya digg...but far has birthday I like to do watever<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241436155515139248-3796869416781514449?l=mrsdivablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Divanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241436155515139248.post-27910763160335663862008-09-19T07:30:00.000-07:002008-09-19T07:37:15.991-07:001. I like the pep rallys<br />2.Sometimes we get out early<br />3.Short classes<br />4. Not coming back to school till Monday<br />5.Friday is my favorite day<br />6.We be getting crunk<br />7. A laid back day<br />8.Get to watch movies in some of our classes besides government omg I swear<br />9.Getting drunk<br />10. Sometimes we get out early from the pep rallies<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241436155515139248-2791076316033566386?l=mrsdivablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Divanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241436155515139248.post-65828561104677523402008-09-12T08:22:00.000-07:002008-09-12T08:24:21.174-07:00My future is to get married to a fine black dude and have bout 3 kids in live in a big house n drive nice cars..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241436155515139248-6582856110467752340?l=mrsdivablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Divanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241436155515139248.post-28547282912287151662008-09-05T07:48:00.000-07:002008-09-05T07:54:27.252-07:00Im kind of bombed out on the bombfire because we have been having a bombfire this whole time ad now we can't even have one but I wana do is since we are not gone have one we should just get out of school for that day.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241436155515139248-2854728291228715166?l=mrsdivablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Divanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241436155515139248.post-75977506206751373542008-08-29T07:44:00.000-07:002008-08-29T07:48:47.428-07:00<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">My first day of school was pretty good except for me having to wake up at 7 in the morning but other than that I would say its been okay.To be honest with you I really don't like school that much because</span> I just don't care sometimes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241436155515139248-7597750620675137354?l=mrsdivablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Divanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241436155515139248.post-11162654731769437842008-08-28T07:53:00.000-07:002008-08-28T07:54:43.437-07:00Hey everybody I just wanted to say that I hope your enjoying school like I am NOT....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241436155515139248-1116265473176943784?l=mrsdivablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Divanoreply@blogger.com0