Monday, January 28, 2008, 01:02 PM
I was perusing the pitfalls of MySpace today and I found this picture and cracked up. Not meant to offend anyone
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( 3.1 / 13 )Saturday, December 22, 2007, 09:22 PM
T'was the night before Christmas,
He lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house, made of plaster and stone.
I had come down the chimney, with presents to give,
And to see just who, in this home, did live.
I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by mantle, just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung some pictures of far distant lands.
With medals and badges, awards of all kinds,
A sober thought, came through my mind.
For this house was different, it was dark and dreary,
I found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly.
The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor, in this one bedroom home.
The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder,
Not how I had pictured a United States soldier.
Was this the hero, of whom I'd just read?
Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed?
I realized the families, that I saw this night,
Owed their lives to these soldiers,
Who were willing to fight.
Soon round the world, the children would play,
And grownups would celebrate, a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom, each month of the year,
Because of the soldiers, like the one lying here.
I couldn't help wonder, how many lay alone,
In a cold Christmas eve, in a land far from home.
The very thought brought, a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees, and started to cry.
The soldier awakened, and i heard a rough voice,
"Santa don't cry, this life is my choice;
I fight for freedom, i don't ask for more,
My life is my god, my country, my corps."
The soldier rolled over, and drifted to sleep,
I couldn't control it, i continued to weep.
I kept watch for hours, so silent and still,
And we both shivered, from the cold night's chill.
I didn't want to leave, on that cold, dark, night,
This guardian of honour, so willing to fight.
When the soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure,
Whispered, "Carry on Santa, it's Christmas Day & all is secure."
One look at my watch, and I knew he was right.
Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night.
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( 2.9 / 16 )Thursday, December 6, 2007, 10:44 AM
Take a moment to read this - it's really good! A Different 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 me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
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 with my sister and 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."
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( 3.1 / 19 )Tuesday, November 20, 2007, 12:23 PM
I got this web address from a frind of mine and it a really cool site. You get presented with a word and then your asked to give its definition. And for each word you get right they donate 10 grains of rice to hungry people.
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( 3 / 15 )Wednesday, September 26, 2007, 06:54 PM
With Halloween just a month away I would like everyone to please follow these simple rules if you find yourself in a scary situation.
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"When it appears that you have killed the monster, never check to see if it's really dead.
"If you find that your house is built upon or near a cemetery, was once a church that was used for black masses, had previous inhabitants who went mad or committed suicide or died in some horrible fashion, or had inhabitants who performed necrophilia or satanic practices in your house, move away immediately.
"Never read a book of demon summoning aloud, even as a joke.
"Do not search the basement, especially if the power has just gone out.
"If your children speak to you in Latin or any other language which they should not know, or if they speak to you using a voice which is other than their own, shoot them immediately. It will save you a lot of grief in the long run. NOTE: It will probably take several rounds to kill them, so be prepared.
"When you have the benefit of numbers, never pair off and go it alone.
"As a general rule, don't solve puzzles that open portals to Hell.
"Never stand in, on, above, below, beside, or anywhere near a grave, tomb, crypt, mausoleum, or other house of the dead.
"If you're searching for something which caused a noise and find out that it's just the cat, leave the room immediately if you value your life.
"If appliances start operating by themselves, move out.
"Do not take anything from the dead.
"If you find a town which looks deserted, it's probably for a reason. Take the hint and stay away.
"Don't fool with recombinant DNA technology unless you're sure you know what you are doing.
"If you're running from the monster, expect to trip or fall down at least twice, more if you are of the female persuasion. Also note that, despite the fact that you are running and the monster is merely shambling along, it's still moving fast enough to catch up with you.
"If your companions suddenly begin to exhibit uncharacteristic behavior such as hissing, fascination for blood, glowing eyes, increasing hairiness, and so on, get away from them as fast as possible.
"Stay away from certain geographical locations, some of which are listed here: Amityville, Elm Street, Transylvania, Nilbog (God help you if you recognize this one), the Bermuda Triangle, or any small town in Maine.
"If your car runs out of gas at night, do not go to the nearby deserted-looking house to phone for help.
"Beware of strangers bearing tools such as chainsaws, staple guns, hedge trimmers, electric carving knives, combines, lawnmowers, butane torches, soldering irons, band saws, or any device made from deceased companions.
"Be on the alert for any music playing in the background - if you hear drums that sound like a heartbeat, run ... very fast!"
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( 3.4 / 31 )Thursday, August 30, 2007, 07:23 PM
Month One
MOMMY
I am only 4 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.
Month Two
Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.
Month Three
You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.
Month Four
Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.
Month Five
You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?
Month Six
I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!
Month Seven
Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak..........
If you're against abortion, post this as...
i dont care how many friends i lose over this
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( 3 / 30 )Friday, August 3, 2007, 08:44 PM
Astronomers have found something very surprising hidden on Enceladus, one of Saturn's moons.
Enceladus is regarded as nothing more than a ball of ice clinging close to Saturn's rings, but the international Cassini mission caught it doing something spectacular in December 2005: from cracks in the ice in its south pole, it spewed a watery geyser some 270 miles into space, reports USA Today.
The water shot out so far it actually hit the orbiting Cassini spacecraft. And this has astronomers fascinated. After all, water is the essential ingredient for life. So does life exist here? The official answer isn't "no." It's: Who knows?
Astronomers and astrobiologists are unable to explain how such a small body that is only 318 miles wide at its equator could pump out so much water. "Nobody has figured it out," Andrew Dombard of The Johns Hopkins University Applied Physics Laboratory in Laurel, Md., told USA Today reporter Dan Vergano. "Enceladus has jumped to the top of astrobiologists' list for a mission."
Ever since the Voyager missions flew past Enceladus in the early 1980s, astronomers have known it's the brightest object in the solar system, thanks to its coating of fresh ice. But the most confusing part is that the geyser originates from the south pole instead of the equator, which has the strongest gravitational pull from Saturn.
And it's not just water spewing out of that geyser. It's also a mixture of life's building blocks, including organic compounds such as methane, propane, acetylene, carbon dioxide and nitrogen, according to a spectrometer carried aboard Cassini that performed a chemical analysis of the liquid.
So what does it all mean? Acetylene and propane indicate a very hot environment exists under all that ice with temperatures ranging from 440 degrees to 980 degrees. "I think we will someday find liquid water under the surface of Enceladus," Cassini scientist Jonathan Lunine of the University of Arizona in Tucson told USA Today. "It's very exciting and raises a lot of questions."
Although astronomers have several theories, they really don't know how such a tiny moon can generate the heat needed to fire up the intense eruptions from the geyser.
"Of the classic three ingredients for life, Enceladus has liquid water (at least in our model), it has organic molecules (they're shooting out of the geysers!), but does it have an energy source?" planetary scientist Geoffrey Collins of Wheaton College in Norton, Mass., told USA Today. If the liquid water on the moon is in contact with warm rock below, then Collins and others think microbes could pull out energy from chemical reactions there, similar to some types of deep-sea bugs on Earth.
So is there life? There could be!
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( 3.3 / 28 )Friday, April 13, 2007, 06:47 AM
President Bush in School
President George W. Bush visits a primary school classroom. They are in the middle of a discussion related to words and their meanings. The teacher asks the President if he would like to lead the discussion on the word "tragedy."
So the illustrious leader asks the class for an example of a tragedy. One little boy stands up and offers, "If my best friend, who lives on a farm, is playing in the field and a tractor runs him over and kills him that would be a 'tragedy.'"
”No," says Bush, "that would be an 'accident.'"
A little girl raises her hand. "If a school bus carrying 50 children drove over a cliff, killing everyone inside, that would be a tragedy.'"
"I'm afraid not," explains the President. "That's what we would call a 'great loss.'"
The room goes silent. No other children volunteer. Bush searches the room.
"Isn't there someone here who can give me an example of a tragedy?"
Finally at the back of the room, the infamous Little Johnny raises his hand. In a quiet voice he says: "If Air Force One, carrying you, Mr. President, were struck by a 'friendly fire' missile and blown to smithereens, that would be a 'tragedy.'"
"Fantastic!" exclaims Bush. "That's right. And can you tell me why that would be a 'tragedy'?"
Well," says the boy, "because it certainly wouldn't be a 'great loss' and it probably wouldn't be an 'accident' either."
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( 3.2 / 26 )Monday, April 9, 2007, 05:04 PM
THREE PROOFS THAT JESUS WAS JEWISH
He went into his father's business
He lived at home until he was 33
He was sure his Mother was a virgin, and his Mother was sure he was God
More ...
THREE PROOFS THAT JESUS WAS IRISH
He never got married
He was always telling stories
He loved green pastures
THREE PROOFS THAT JESUS WAS PUERTO RICAN
His first name was Jesus
He was bilingual
He was always being harassed by the authorities
THREE PROOFS THAT JESUS WAS ITALIAN
He talked with his hands
He had wine with every meal
He worked in the building trades
THREE PROOFS THAT JESUS WAS BLACK
He called everybody "brother"
He liked Gospel
He couldn't get a fair trial
THREE PROOFS THAT JESUS WAS A CALIFORNIAN
He never cut his hair
He walked around barefoot
He started a new religion
THREE PROOFS THAT JESUS WAS A WOMAN
He had to feed a crowd, at a moments notice, when there was no food.
He kept trying to get the message across to a bunch of men who just didn't get it.
Even dead, he had to get up because there was more work for him to do.
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