Redheads extinct?

I'm sure there's a number of people that jokingly say the world would be better if redheads were extinct. But this is a myth. If anyone would like to post sources on whether it's true or not, please feel free to leave a comment below this entry.

Otherwise, Long Live Redheads!

current unfortunate situation

 

My understanding of this is the only thing keeping me from getting pissed at God

Currently I'm at a low point- I'll just list them

Unexpectedly let go from great job that has a piece of my heart

Unemployed, with a deadline of funds running out approaching

Family's financial situation depends on me

Relative passed away Saturday (Rest peacefully Mary Louise)

and can no longer go on my Birthday vacation snow trip

feeling lost- can't figure out what my future career is (feeling behind)

One light there is I thank God for everyday - Jon

  

 He's certainly keeping me afloat. Of course besides God and his 'plan' he has for me (which is getting annoying now due to my cluelessness) 

Closing doors/ opening doors

It's important to try accept change, whether you like it or not. He has something different, better, in store for you.
I Thank God For Shutting a Door & Opening A New One. :) Thank God For Shut Doors.
God shut the door to my worst boyfriend experience, and opened the door to my best (&current).

2012

Glad 2012 is over. only got a little wiser, couple of lessons on love, a new car, and a new boyfriend :) so glad its over

A Christmas Poem

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
transforming the yard to a winter delight.

The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love, I would sleep,
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,

Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.

 

Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.

"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack; brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts,

To the window that danced with a warm fire's light.
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."

"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.

No one had to ask or beg or implore,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before.
My Gramps died at Pearl on a day in December."
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas Gram always remembers."

"My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.

I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures; he's sure got her smile."
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.

"I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home

I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life for my sister or brother,
Who stand at the front against any and all
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."

"So go back inside," he said, "Harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least?
Give you money," I asked, "Or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
for being away from your wife and your son."

Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
that we mattered to you as you mattered to us."

I found this, Copyright to rightful owner

 

shucks!

Know what sucks?
When you realize you're mature enough to understand you're over-reacting & emotional because of your own accord, not another person's mistake.



being a grown-up stinks :p

Why is it women want what they can’t have?

Why is it chicks want what they can’t have?

It’s because we’re obsessive by nature, and we fantasize. So, we fantasize about what we want, and we become obsessed with it. But, of course, we can’t have it because it’s a fantasy.

#lessons:

patience (waiting), acceptance