LOL i think i too am a victim of that.
But good luck on the job hunt, i know it hard out there nowadays. I was trying to find something part time for while i was in school but that didnt work out to well.
Thanks for the postie feed back Didi, it made me smile.
Hey didi, do you use spill anymore? i havent heard from ya in a min.
Well on the off chance you get this....well, remember a while back when we were talking about blogging? Well guess whos a blogger now...yep :D
Not sure how good i will be at keeping it up but it was defiantly fun, since you are my inspiration it would rock my world if you went and check it out. My blogg
Well, I remember you talking about how you enjoyed make-up, and that you would be more 'impressed' with something like this than you would be generic flowers. =)
Just a little something from our family to yours....
This is a favorite of mine & from time to time someone in our family is bestowed with the honor of reading it aloud...
perhaps you may enjoy it as well...I hope so..Merry Christmas Everyone..& may the New Year Bless you with Good health, Good Friends, & Much love..& more laughter than ever....BDiddy
In September 1871, eight-year-old Virginia Hanlon of West 95th Street in New York City wrote the following letter to the New York Sun:
Dear Editor,
I am eight years old. Some of my friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, If you see it in the Sun, it's so." Please tell me the truth, Is there a Santa Claus?
In one of the most famous editorials ever written, the editors replied:
Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skeptical age. They do not believe except what they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is an insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole truth and knowledge.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life it's highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there was no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sights. The external light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in Santa Claus ! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your Papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus come down, what would that prove ? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No Santa Claus! Thank God he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times then thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.
To all of you who have a little bit of that child still in you...
The ninja is in honor of Santa, the greatest ninja that ever lived. ;D
Sorry bout the late responds i am out of town at the moment (went to visit the rents) and i dont have consistent access to the Internet.
I saw the Taken starring Liam Neilson. Its about a father who's daugther is kiddnapped during a overseas trip, and she drugged, and made into a sex slave. And I saw In the Name of the Father starring Daniel Day which is a must watch.
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Hope you come back soon, missed talking to someone that just liked to talk. =(
Good luck honey, and don't let them get you down.
But good luck on the job hunt, i know it hard out there nowadays. I was trying to find something part time for while i was in school but that didnt work out to well.
Thanks for the postie feed back Didi, it made me smile.
Well on the off chance you get this....well, remember a while back when we were talking about blogging? Well guess whos a blogger now...yep :D
Not sure how good i will be at keeping it up but it was defiantly fun, since you are my inspiration it would rock my world if you went and check it out.
My blogg
Happy New Years. Stay safe, love your family and friends.
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Well, I wasn't the one that coined that phrase about me, it was a good friend.
She sent me this today in email.
Just a little something from our family to yours....
This is a favorite of mine & from time to time someone in our family is bestowed with the honor of reading it aloud...
perhaps you may enjoy it as well...I hope so..Merry Christmas Everyone..& may the New Year Bless you with Good health, Good Friends, & Much love..& more laughter than ever....BDiddy
In September 1871, eight-year-old Virginia Hanlon of West 95th Street in New York City wrote the following letter to the New York Sun:
Dear Editor,
I am eight years old. Some of my friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, If you see it in the Sun, it's so." Please tell me the truth, Is there a Santa Claus?
In one of the most famous editorials ever written, the editors replied:
Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skeptical age. They do not believe except what they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is an insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole truth and knowledge.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life it's highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there was no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sights. The external light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in Santa Claus ! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your Papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus come down, what would that prove ? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No Santa Claus! Thank God he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times then thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.
To all of you who have a little bit of that child still in you...
I believe!! Do You?
Sorry bout the late responds i am out of town at the moment (went to visit the rents) and i dont have consistent access to the Internet.
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