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Age: 32
Sign: Aries

City: Augusta
State: Georgia
Country: US
Signup Date: 3/31/2006

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Thursday, July 17, 2008 

White Supremist Gets Ass Handed to Her for Wearing "Obama is My Slave" T-Shirt


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Oh joy. An idiotic graduate student, Nathanaeli Nassimi, got her ass beat by four black chicks when she was caught wearing an "Obama Is My Slave" t-shirt. The girls approached her after noticing her blatantly racist tee and decided to give her a good old beating for being about as bright as a pile of bricks.

Nassimi ran away from them and called the "Apollo Braun" store on Orchard Street where she had purchased her t-shirt and complained about the attack to the employee who was working in the shop at that time.  The employee agreed to give Nassimi the owner's, relentless media whore Doron Braunshtein a.k.a. Apollo Braun, cell phone number and the still shocked Nassimi told him about the attack and informed him she was thinking of suing him "for all he's got".  Braunshtein in return told her that he was very sorry she had been attacked, but that she could not blame him because as he told her "No one made you buy the t-shirt".  Nassimi said that she would come the following day and demand a refund for the t-shirt, which cost her $69. Braunshtein told her that he doesn't give refunds because it is against his store policy.

This made her even more agitated and she started to scream at him saying that he should be "ashamed of himself".  Braunshtein asked her for her phone number saying that he would speak to his lawyer and call her back. Apparently, Nassimi is now planning on suing Apollo for designing the shirt.

While I can understand Nassimi's anger at Apollo, I can only say that he's really done no wrong here. Yes, the shirt is offensive and obviously racist, but it was Nassimi's stupidity that made her purchase it thinking she wouldn't get her ass kicked in NYC.  Personally, I'd be more pissed about spending $69 bucks on a t-shirt that cost about $2 bucks and ten minutes to make.

Since we really don't feel right about letting racist enjoying a day without being called a douchebag here are the numbers of both Nathanaeli and Doron for your ranting pleasure. The PR agent who sent me this wonderfully nauseating story was kind enough to provide them for me. I'd strongly suggest calling both between the hours of  1:00 AM - 6:00 AM.

To speak with Nathanaeli Nassimi about the incident, you can reach her at phone number: 516-220-7024.
To speak with Doron Braunshtein aka Apollo Braun, you can reach him at phone number: 212-726-8075.

Monday, July 14, 2008 

Okay

Once you have been tagged, you have to write a blog with 11 weird or random things, facts, or habits about yourself. At the end, you choose 11 people to be tagged. Don't forget to leave a comment that says, "You're it!" on their profile and ask them to read your blog. You can't tag the person who tagged you. So here we go with my 11:

 

1. I hate cotton!  Not like cotton T-shirts but cotton balls.  Cant stand it!  Even when I open a bottle of asprin, I have to have someone else take it out.

2. My daughter sleeps with me every night, and I cant stand it!!!  She likes to sleep in my arm, but problem is that I hate to be touched while I sleep.  It irritates me, but I cant tell her no.

3. When I am in a relationship, I give it my all.  I will give it 200% and do not give up until I have had enough.  Even then, it is hard for me.

4.  I want to get married.  I am getting up in age and want to have a family.  Not with just anyone though.  I want to have the love and know it will last forever.

5. I think the best feeling in the world is when you kiss someone for the first time.  Its even better if it means something and it makes you weak in the knees.

6. I hate the smell of Kleenex.  For some reason it reminds me of cotton and it makes the hair on my arm stand up/

7. I have a twin named Heather.  We look nothing alike.  She was a total bitch in school and stuck-up.  She has cahnged alot, and now she is the most beautiful person I know (besides my daughter )

8. I have changed alot.  It may not seem it to people who see me from the outside, but ask family.  I was HEAVY into drugs at one point.  Thank God for Mom.  She saved my life...literally.  i hated her at the time, but I know now (that I am a mom) that she did it because she loved me.

9. I HATE always being unhappy.  It is VERY rare for me to be happy and in a good mood.  Anti-depressants dont help.  I dont know what my problem is.  it is hard for me to get out of bed everyday and face the world.  I have been like this since high school.

10. When I can financially afford it, I want a tummy tuck, lipo and boob job.  This is like my 1 goal right now.  I am in the process of getting my credit straightened out so I can acheive this goal.  i think this will help tremendously with the above statement,

 

Who to tag.....

Morganna, Julie, Dana, Tiffany, Diego, Kenwood, Reese, Alsion, Heather, Sherry, Ronald

Thursday, July 10, 2008 

Category: Life
So, last week or the week before I went to the tanning bed.  I lay in the high power beds that you can only stay in for 12 minutes.  Well, I had bought some teeth whitener (which works well by the way) and there is a plastic mouth peice that you wear.  While I was in the tanning bed, I kept smelling something thst smelled like plastic burning.  i kep thinking "damn, this mouth peice sure is getting hot".  Well I layed there longer and all of a sudden I heard a loud pop.  I jumped up.  Now, mind you I am completely naked.  At the end of the tanning bed, flames were coming out!  I was thinking "How in the hell am I fixen to get my ass dressed before this room catches on fire?"  About that time, the lady that worked there knocked on my door asking if everything was okay.  I grabbed 2 hand towels and threw them over my womanly parts and threw open the door.  She looked at me and laugh.  I am thinking...bitch!  This aint no time to laugh, you could have caught my ass on fire!  Anyways, she looks at the fire and ask me what to do.  The fire was close to my clothes and I didnt want them to burn up!  What would I wear home?  Actually, I was wearing a cute dress that I had bought the day before and didnt want it gone!  back to the story holly!  So, sicne there was nothing better to use, I took my 2 towels downa nd handed her one.  She and I are standing at the end of the bed swatting at the flames...me completely naked!  We finally got the fire out.  i turned around and eveyone at the tanning place was standing at my door...approximately 5-7 people, men and women.  I chatted for a minute before remembering I was naked!  I told everyone I appreciated sharing the experience with them but would appreciate it more if they got the fuck out of my room!  moral: Tanning beds kill...dont do it!
Currently reading:
The Tanning Bed Murders
By John Eisler
Release date: 2007-11-19
Thursday, July 10, 2008 

Category: Life
So, last week or the week before I went to the tanning bed.  I lay in the high power beds that you can only stay in for 12 minutes.  Well, I had bought some teeth whitener (which works well by the way) and there is a plastic mouth peice that you wear.  While I was in the tanning bed, I kept smelling something thst smelled like plastic burning.  i kep thinking "damn, this mouth peice sure is getting hot".  Well I layed there longer and all of a sudden I heard a loud pop.  I jumped up.  Now, mind you I am completely naked.  At the end of the tanning bed, flames were coming out!  I was thinking "How in the hell am I fixen to get my ass dressed before this room catches on fire?"  About that time, the lady that worked there knocked on my door asking if everything was okay.  I grabbed 2 hand towels and threw them over my womanly parts and threw open the door.  She looked at me and laugh.  I am thinking...bitch!  This aint no time to laugh, you could have caught my ass on fire!  Anyways, she looks at the fire and ask me what to do.  The fire was close to my clothes and I didnt want them to burn up!  What would I wear home?  Actually, I was wearing a cute dress that I had bought the day before and didnt want it gone!  back to the story holly!  So, sicne there was nothing better to use, I took my 2 towels downa nd handed her one.  She and I are standing at the end of the bed swatting at the flames...me completely naked!  We finally got the fire out.  i turned around and eveyone at the tanning place was standing at my door...approximately 5-7 people, men and women.  I chatted for a minute before remembering I was naked!  I told everyone I appreciated sharing the experience with them but would appreciate it more if they got the fuck out of my room!  moral: Tanning beds kill...dont do it!
Currently reading:
The Tanning Bed Murders
By John Eisler
Release date: 2007-11-19
Monday, July 07, 2008 
    So, I have an ex that is opening a new nightclub in Jamaica.  He has already started renovations on the building and he has asked me to move there and be their corporate accountant.  This would be a great opportunity for me since this is what I really love doing.  Plus it would get me away from certain situations I am going through right now.  Morgan of course would be coming with me.  She may not know this yet, but I would drag your ass there!!  I wouldnt know anyone there, except of course my ex.  There is nothing but friendship between us but we have remained extremlly close even though we havent seen each other in 7 years!  My grandmother is dead set against the idea.  She says Lacey and I cant leave her since we are the only ones she has.  The only thing making me hesitant is Lacey.  Is it really smart for me to up and leave with a 2 year old to a place I really dont know muchg about?  There is no doubt my ex would take care of me.  Do I trust him with my daughter?  I helped raise his for 4 years and he trusted me.  I would do the same, but right now I feel like I am stuck between a rock and a hard place.  I have no idea what to do.
Currently listening:
Bob Marley and the Wailers Live at the Rainbow
Release date: 2005-11-08
Tuesday, July 01, 2008 

So Mr X is out!  And I finally feel good about it.  Stayed up late last night.  Couldnt sleep and had lots on my mind.  Wrote him an e-mail.  A very nice one at that!  I was proud of myself.  Anyways, yeah I dont think it will be any big loss at this point.  Havent told him everything I know, but he knows what he has lied about.  And by leading me to beleive one thing and not telling me different, yes that is a lie.  So, close one chapter open another.

Cedric and I didnt go out the other night.  i got stood up!  Can you beleive it?  he has been asking me forever to go out and finally we decide to do it, and he disappears.  Oh...he called last night to tell me he was sorry!  So, what did I do?  I told him it was okay because I was looking for more than a date and I am ready to settle down!  LOL  Dont think I will be hearing from him anymore.  HAHA

So, I was in a funk thinking I will be single forevere!  Came to appreciate that last night after letter to Mr X!  Went to get lunch today.  Walk in and this guy kept staring me up and down.  picture this...no make-up, hair not done and I only slept 2 hours last night!  I look a hot mess.  Anyways, ole boy kept starting.  He got his food and sat down.  i waited for mine as I got it to go.  he walked back up there because he forgot something.  Smiling at me th whole time.  Then he went and sat down again.  I got my food, filled up my cup and went to the front table to get napkins, forks, bags, ect.  I turn around and there he is again!  I said "Are you following me?"  He says "Yes, I have a bad habit of following beautiful women!" NOTE: See above as to how I looked!  I told him it was nice to hear a compliment.  He proceeded to say "I think you are very attractive.  You are a beutiful young girl"  Did he just call me young!!!  Brownie points for him.  Anyways, we exchanged names and I gave him my number.  Haha..  Funny thing is...he sooooo is not my type.  picture it: WHITE guy, mid to late 30s, red hair, freckles..sound like me?  NO!  But, let me say this...he paid for his food with a credit card, whne he opened his wallet, there was money in there, and his checkbook was sticking out of his back pocket!  Sounds like a plus to me.  Oh, and did I mention no wedding ring!

Ill let you know if he calls!

Currently listening:
Grease (Original 1978 Motion Picture Soundtrack)
By Olivia Newton-John
Release date: 1991-04-16
Saturday, June 28, 2008 
So, I have a date tonight! Nervous as hell. Haven t been on a date in...well, damn its been a while. I have been asked on quite a few, never felt it was the right time due to....so I don't call out names, we will call him Mr X. Mr X came into my life three years ago and swept me off of my feet. I fell head over heels for this guy and defended him to alot of people. My family wasn't overly joyed when I started talking to him due to the race difference. Slowly but surely, they grew to love and accept him! It was a long struggle, and BOOM! it was over. Just like that! no turning back...for him at least. I put my heart on the line and ultimately it got shredded to pieces. My daughter loves him. He is much more of a father figure than her real father will ever be. I think about that alot. he is so good to her, but do I really want her around someone who has hurt her mother so much? Right now, he and I are friends. best friends. I kept thinking that eventually, we would be back together. Recently, he has chosen another girl to be with. "His girl". I have slightly a pissy attitude about it. I think what pisses me off more than anything is the fact that she is not prettier than me. Okay, when we went through this the first time, at least I was woman enough to admit the girl was really pretty and maybe prettier than me. This is not the case for the new one. She is butt ass ugly! It makes me feel inadequate. Why would he choose this ugly bitch over me? then it hit me...Hes a fucking moron! I should have known from the beginning. I only date morons, so why would Mr X be any different? He came in, made me fall in love, turned my world upside down and then left. No guilt, no nothing. So, I have now decided it is time to move on. I have plenty of other people after me that I don't need to keep begging him. Fuck him and his stupid bitch. To her: I HATE YOU! I hate you for completely destroying and taking everything I have worked so hard to show my heart and love to. I think he has gotten too comfortable in the fact that I will always be here. Slowly but surely I have been backing off. Anyways, I rambled...back to my date.
I have a date with Cedric! Can we say HOT? Whew! He is so nice to look at (see pics in my week-end folder). I lost a bet, so I have to cook him dinner. Then we are going to the club. Oh and unlike Mr X, he has seen me drunk before and doesn't have a problem with it! Anyways, it should be fun. I am just nervous! I think it will be odd to go out in public with someone else. You know how you get comfortable with someone, and can aways be yourself? Thats how I felt with Mr X and that is why I think tonight will be so odd. Wish me well! I already cant find anything to wear!
Oh, and tomorrow, I will be seeing Mr X as he is putting my new oven in. Sundays are our days together. Supposedly at least. If he doesn't blow me off for Mrs Ugly again. I look forward to our days together. Unfortunately, I think those are going to have to end also. That makes me sad. but, my grandmother told me: It may e hard now, but if I keep it going any longer, it will hurt even more. So, I need to cut the ties.....
Currently listening:
Where Do Broken Hearts Go?
By Whitney Houston
Friday, June 06, 2008 
So I am gioign out tomorrow night with Morgan.  I am so excited.  We have kinda neglected each other recently, but now there is nothing standing in our way!  I have been tanning and I am getting dark, I have lost some weight (not much, only 12 lbs, but its a start), I got my hair trimmed today, nails done last week, and bought an awsome outfit to wear.  Did I mention I bought some heels that make mny legs look kick ass?  Like a mile long.  It is the sexiest outfit I have worn in a while, and I am so excited.  Watch out fellas, because I am going to have my A-game on!  Holla!  Maybe being single isnt so bad!
Thursday, June 05, 2008 
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I declared that I would hide my thoughts.
I said I would be your friend.
Yet, I know now it was all a hoax.
My true feelings came out, from within.

How can one hinder the heart?
How can I stand back and see
As others you charm with your presence?
Why can't it just be me?

Tell me why you won't kiss my lips,
Why you won't hld me close to you.
Tell me why you don't share my thoughts
For I feel they have to be true .

Once again I end this note
with a sigh and a cry for your touch.
Maybe one day you'll understand me
and then you'll love me as much.

Currently listening:
Love & Life
By Mary J. Blige
Release date: 2003-08-26
Thursday, June 05, 2008 
Love Can Hurt
by Holly Hester

Love can hurt, if you aren't careful.
It will change the way you feel about any other love.
The pain you went though trying to love that somebody
When you knew everyone didn't approve of him,
 You still wanted to be his boo.
Sure he told you he loved you
 and you and him will always be together
Yet, it all faded away.
Once you told him something
 he didn't want to hear.
People tried to warn you
- he's no good.  
Now you know there is no love for you anywhere
 'cause he's gone
....LOVE CAN REALLY HURT.
Thursday, May 29, 2008 
Cinderella wants to go to the ball, but her wicked stepmother won't let her. As Cinderella sits crying in the garden, her fairy godmother appears, and promises to provide Cinderella with everything she needs to go to the ball, but only on two conditions. "First, you must wear a diaphragm." Cinderella agrees. "What's the second condition?" "You must be home by 2 a.m. Any later, and your diaphragm will turn into a pumpkin." Cinderella agrees to be home by 2 a.m.

The appointed hour comes and goes, and Cinderella doesn't show up. Finally, at 5 a.m., Cinderella shows up, looking love-struck and **very** satisfied. "Where have you been?" demands the fairy godmother. "Your diaphragm was supposed to turn into a pumpkin three hours ago!!!" "I met a prince, Fairy Godmother. He took care of everything." "I know of no prince with that kind of power! Tell me his name!" "I can't remember, exactly...Peter Peter,something or other...."

Currently reading:
Jokes Every Man Should Know
Wednesday, May 28, 2008 
Tuesday, May 27, 2008 

Current mood:  bummed
Blinded by love....Can this be true?  Can someone be so blinded by love that they dont see what they have in front of them?  Is love really blind?  Is it possible to be best friends with someone, yet not know they are perfect for you?  Is it possible that just because you know someone is right for you, doesnt mean you are right for them?  Would God play such a cruel joke on someone? Should you sit idlely by while the one you love dates other people?  Deep down it hurts, but it is clear the feelings arent the same.  Should you cut all ties, or should you holdon to the friendship that you cherish so much?  Do you cherosh it because the friendship is that great, or do you hold on because you think one day they will wake the fuck up and see what they have?  Do you keep biting your tounge in fear of "sounding like their mother" or the fact that they will throw the friendship card in your face?  Is it fair to keep placing yourself in the position to constantly hurt?  Is it fair to keep having "the talk" with the other about your feelings?  Is it possible that not only you are hurting because of how you feel, but at the same time they hurt for making you feel that way?  Love is such a complicated thing.  Being in love should be a wonderful feeling, but what if the one you love doesnt love you back?
Currently watching:
Diary of a Mad Black Woman (Full Screen Edition)
Release date: 2005-06-28
Tuesday, March 25, 2008 
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AUGUSTA, Ga. - Mr. Henry Grady Mosley of Augusta, beloved husband of Eleanor Roberts Mosley, entered into rest on Thursday, March 20, 2008, at Heartland Hospice Services after a year-long battle with Pulmonary Hypertension Fibrosis. A memorial service will be held at Aldersgate United Methodist Church on Monday, March 24, 2008, at 5:00 PM with the Rev. John Pinson and the Rev. H. Grady Mosley, II, officiating. A reception will be held in the fellowship hall following the service for visitation with the family. Additional survivors include a son, Rev. Henry Grady (Deborah S.) Mosley, II, of Lawrenceville, GA, a daughter, Deborah Mosley Hester of Heidelberg, Germany; five grandchildren, Heather E. Hester of Marietta, GA; Holly E. Hester of Augusta, GA; Esther "Brooks" Mosley, Henry Grady "Trey" Mosley, III, and Paul Dana Mosley of Lawrenceville, GA; and one great-grandchild, Lacey Eleanor Deborah Hester of Augusta, GA. Of his ten siblings, he is survived by one brother, Ben Carlos (Ida) Mosley of Urbana, IL; and three sisters, Earleen M. Anderson of Swainsboro, GA; Edith M. Davis of Tampa, FL; and Betty M. (Frank) Cross of Warner Robbins, GA; and a host of nieces, nephews, and other relatives and friends. He was born July 7, 1933, in Toombs County, GA, where he resided until 1950. Upon moving to Augusta, he began his forty plus year career in automobile sales in which he established and maintained a reputation of the highest level of honesty and integrity. He was the owner of Mosley Mobile Homes and was employed by Pontiac Master GMC from May 1983 until retiring in May 1997. He served in the US Army, was a member of The John S. Davidson Masonic Lodge, The Exchange Club, AMBUCS, and several other community service organizations. He was a member of Aldersgate United Methodist Church. His unselfishness during his lifetime remained with him even in death as he donated his body to the Medical College of Georgia in hopes that others would benefit. In lieu of flowers, the family requests memorial donations be made to the Aldersgate United Methodist Church Building Fund, 3185 Wheeler Road, Augusta, GA 30909; or Prospect United Methodist Church "Footprints For The Future" Building Fund, 1549 Prospect Road, Lawrenceville, GA 30043.
Published in The Augusta Chronicle from 3/22/2008 - 3/24/2008.
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Saturday, February 02, 2008 

Current mood:  groggy
Dinner and a Movie

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, "I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you."

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my mother, who had been a widow for 19 years. The demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.

That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. "What's wrong, are you well?" she asked. My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late-night call or surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.

"I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you," I
responded, "Just the two of us."

She thought about it for a moment and then said, "I would like that very much."

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up, I was a bit nervous.

When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she too seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.

She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an Angel's. "I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed," she said as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting."

We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy.

My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me.

A nostalgic smile was on her lips. "It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said. "Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded.

During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation-nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you." I agreed.

"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home.

"Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.

A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her. Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place where my mother and I had dined.

An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I
could be there; but nevertheless I paid for two plates -- one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me.

"I love you, son."

At that moment I understood the importance of saying in time: "I love you," and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve.

Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time."

Somebody said it takes about 6 weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby . . . Somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, "normal" is history.

Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct . . . Somebody never took a 3-year-old shopping.

Somebody said being a mother is boring . . . Somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit.

Somebody said good mothers never raise their voices . . Somebody never came out the back door just in time to see her child hit a golf ball through the neighbor's kitchen window.

Somebody said you don't need an education to be a mother . . . Somebody never helped a 4th grader with his math.

Somebody said you can't love the 5th child as much as you love the first . . . Somebody doesn't have 5 children.

Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing
questions in the books . . . Somebody never had a child stuff beans up his nose or in his ears...or wedged a popcorn kernel in his ear canal.

Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery . . . Somebody never watched her "baby" get on the bus for the 1st day of kindergarten; or on a plane headed for military boot camp; or battled for her "baby" in a custody case.

Somebody said a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back . . . Somebody never realized that motherhood is a 24/7 job that requires skills and endurance beyond what Somebody could ever fathom.

Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her child gets married . . . Somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son- or daughter-in-law to a mother's heartstrings.

Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home . . . Somebody never had grandchildren.

Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell her . . . Somebody isn't a mother.

Pass this along to all the "mothers" in your life.

We should also pass it on to anyone who has ever loved and/or lost a mother.

Some of you aren't mothers, but you are big sisters, aunts, cousins or close family friends that have filled the shoes of a mother for a child.
May God bless you all!