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i wanted a tattoo for awhile. i am pretty sure I want one of two things... Well both actually just one thing at a time.
the first one is a tattoo of the book "The Stranger" I want he original cover but I don't know if i should get the english first edition or the original french printing. My reasoning behind that is that it is a terrific book and it represents truth in the simplest form.
Second is a tea cup. just a small tea cup on my arm maybe that has "It's Tea Time bitches" or something like that. i thought it would be nice.
What are your thoughts?

If you are ever lucky enough to find the one you will always love nomater what, my advice is this:

fight for that love with tooth and nail. no one will ever compare to that one. nomatter what happens in life you will always remember the one. and you will kick yourself for eternity for letting them go.

 

and if the fates dosent like you.... hahahaha... well.. the three greek bitches will have a pow-wow and decide to give you some one, who is so similar to the one that they would have been the one, if you had met them first. but the crule bitches will place them on the otherside of the planet. and you will suffer for all eternity knowing that they are there seeing other people.. and if the fates have it in for you.. then the new one will be in love with some one else the way you were with the one... man you would not know how much that would suck.

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OK, I’ve been out blog hopping here on Mindsay and I just happened to stumble across something that caught my attention. So being true to form I glommed onto it to post here, and here it is.

Blognapped from thewidowsson  

Michelle Obama's America -- and Mine
By Michelle Malkin
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
 
 
Like Michelle Obama, I am a “woman of color.” Like Michelle Obama, I am a working mother of two young children. Like Michelle Obama, I am a member of the 13th generation of Americans born since the founding of our great nation.

Unlike Michelle Obama, I can’t keep track of the number of times I’ve been proud -- really proud -- of my country since I was born and privileged to live in it.
[That’s what I said too.]

At a speech in Milwaukee this week on behalf of her husband’s Democratic presidential campaign, Mrs. Obama remarked, “For the first time in my adult lifetime, I am really proud of my country, and not just because Barack has done well, but because I think people are hungry for change.”
[RICH Communist Bitch…imho.]

Mrs. Obama’s statement was met with warm applause from other Barack supporters who have apparently also been devoid of pride in their country for their adult lifetimes. Or maybe it was just a Pavlovian response to the word “change.” What a sad, empty, narcissistic, ungrateful, unthinking lot.
 [Well…what more could you expect from RICH…THIEVING Democrats?]

I’m just seven years younger than Mrs. Obama. We’ve grown up and lived in the same era. And yet, her self-absorbed attitude is completely foreign to me. What planet is she living on? Since when was now the only time the American people have ever been “hungry for change“? Michelle, ma belle, Barack is not the center of the universe. Newsflash: The Obamas did not invent “change” any more than Hillary invented “leadership” or John McCain invented “straight talk.”
[IMHO…all of those mother-fuckers are nothing more than SELF SERVING FUCKING SNAKES.]

We were both adults when the Berlin Wall fell, Michelle. That was earth-shattering change.

We’ve lived through two decades’ worth of peaceful, if contentious election cycles under the rule of law, which have brought about “change” and upheaval, both good and bad.

We were adults through several launches of the space shuttle, in case you were snoozing. And as adults, we’ve witnessed and benefited from dizzyingly rapid advances in technology, communications, science and medicine pioneered by American entrepreneurs who yearned to change the world and succeeded.

You want “change“? Go ask the patients whose lives have been improved and extended by American pharmaceutical companies that have flourished under the best economic system in the world.

If American ingenuity, a robust constitutional republic and the fall of communism don’t do it for you, hon, then how about American heroism and sacrifice?

How about every Memorial Day? Every Veterans Day? Every Independence Day? Every Medal of Honor ceremony? Has she never attended a welcome home ceremony for the troops?
[Welcoming home the troops…who, her? You’re kidding me…right? She loathes our military just as much as THE CLINTONS DO! The only troops that she would be willing to welcome are those Blue Helmeted bastards from the UN.]
 
For me, there’s the thrill of the Blue Angels roaring over cloudless skies. And the somber awe felt amid the hallowed waters that surround the sunken U.S.S. Arizona at the Pearl Harbor memorial.

Every naturalization ceremony I’ve attended, where hundreds of new Americans raised their hands to swear an oath of allegiance to this land of liberty, has been a moment of pride for me. So have the awesome displays of American compassion at home and around the world. When millions of Americans rallied to help victims of the 2004 tsunami in Southeast Asia -- including members of the U.S.S. Abraham Lincoln Carrier Strike Group that sped from Hong Kong to assist survivors -- my heart filled with pride. It did again when the citizens of Houston opened their arms to Hurricane Katrina victims and folks across the country rushed to their churches, and Salvation Army and Red Cross offices to volunteer.
[God bless the people who so eagerly extended a helping hand to the people displaced by Katrina…and may Gods wrath be upon the welfare leeches who even now, two and a half years later, steadfastly  refuse to do anything to help themselves other that to bitch that FEMA, and our tax dollars haven’t done enough for them.]

How about American resilience? Does that not make you proud? Only a heart of stone could be unmoved by the strength, valor and determination displayed in New York, Washington, D.C., and Shanksville, Pa., on September 11, 2001.

I believe it was Michael Kinsley who quipped that a gaffe is when a politician tells the truth. In this case, it’s what happens when an elite Democratic politician’s wife says what a significant portion of the party’s base really believes to be the truth: America is more a source of shame than pride.
[ALL elitists, regardless of their professed political party, are of that opinion, as are the globalists who are hell bent on bringing that fucking ungodly New World Order to power in their attempt to have a One World Government.]

Michelle Obama has achieved enormous professional success, political influence and personal acclaim in America. Ivy League-educated, she’s been lauded by Essence magazine as one of the 25 World’s Most Inspiring Women; by Vanity Fair as one of the 10 World’s Best-Dressed Women; and named one of “The Harvard 100” most influential alumni. She has had an amazingly blessed life. But you wouldn’t know it from her campaign rhetoric and her griping about her and her husband’s student loans.

For years, we’ve heard liberals get offended at any challenge to their patriotism. And so they are again aggrieved and rising to explain away Mrs. Obama’s remarks.

Like Lady Macbeth, Lady Michelle and her defenders protest too much.

OK, That's it. All the blue stuff is my comments.

♥ Wendy

    I miss working. I really do. I miss feeling having something productive to do when I'm not at school. I feel like since I've been laid off I haven't done much of anything. I mean, the good thing is that I've been able to help my brother with the film he's been working on. So, that's really good, but I miss the money & the people. Eh one more month and I'll be back at work again, probably complaining about the working conditions, buttttt at least I'll have money.

    So, my younger brother and my boyfriend have teamed up to enter this movie in the Pocono Film Festival in the summer. I think it's great. I really do. The only problem is, the actress we have for the film, well she flakes on them. She says she supposedly has to spend time with her family. I understand that everyone need to spend time with their family, but then when she goes to her boyfriends house instead of being with her family or with the film, it's definitely a big WTF moment. You know? Not to mention she flirts like crazy with my boyfriend. It pisses me off to the extreme. Don't touch him. God. So, I get jealous, big deal. I just don't like the fact that she gets so damn close to his face. I wanted to punch her , but of course I would never do such a thing. Nor would I even express my concern to her. So, I just keep my mouth shut and complain to Brandon a little bit. At first he didn't see it. He just thought she was being friendly, but he finally saw it. So now he knows to back up, which is helpful for me! Ha, it's pretty sad, right? I mean, I know Brandon wouldn't do anything, but she...just irritates the living crap out of me. I always thought that I was one of those girls that was too nice and could become annoying. Now I know that I'm not, this girl is. haha. Only a few more months of putting up with it. Or MAYBE we'll find a replacement. Any females ages 16-20 that live locally that would like to be in a movie? Haha, yeah. Maybe.

    Okay, now that's off my chest...what else is there? School. I can't believe it's my second year in college. I have no idea where the time went. I still don't know what I want to do. I've taken a lot of communication classes that I've really enjoyed. I was looking for career oppurtunites with a communication major. Maybe counseling? I've always enjoyed helping people. I just don't know if I'd be good at it. A few of my friends told me that I make them feel good about themselves and that I make everything seem like it'll be alright. I'm afraid of going into counseling and then becoming too attached to people. Who knows. I just hope I figure it out soon so my parents don't have to hassle me so much. My brother's a junior in high school and already knows what he wants to do. I'm a sophomore and college and have no clue. So, that's real good, right? Eh. Who knows!
   
    If only I were rich. Then I could get married, have kids, and live happily ever after without worrying about a thing! ahaha. Now thats really funny. My 3 year anniversary with Brandon isr on Monday. I cannot  believe it's been 3 years.
   
    Who knew that a girl like me would find the love of her life so young? I sure didn't. I was always the friend and never the girlfriend for the longest time. I didn't have my first kiss until I was 16, and that was with Brandon. He's made me so happy. We've had our share of ups and downs but we've always come back to the steady pace. It's not as exciting 3 years later, but I am very happy with my relationship. I love him and without him I'm sure I would have taken a more broken path. He keeps me grounded. He's not afraid to tell me that I'm wrong or admit when he is wrong. It's a beautiful thing. I'm so grateful that we've found one another...

    Anyway, Monday we're going to the New Texas Roadhouse that opened up on 611. Then he's coming back to my house and spending the night. Tuesday we're taking off class just to enjoy one another's company & he's treating to some luxurious spa treatment, which I am so looking forward too. It should be really nice. He's so good to me, he really is.