| - Hey guys!
- I got a new xanga name... its xanga.com/Hisforever79
- I wont be using this one much.. so catch me on the new site!
- Love yall!
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| well hello there xanga readers! most of yall who read this are on the ski trip and wont get back until wednesday.. bummer. anyways i hope yall had tons of fun, i know that one is a no brainer. lol we had rain today.. it was soo nice. only in texas do you ever update your weblog and talk about rain. huh? well.. i'm offically on a softball team! WOOT! our 1st team meeting is tomorrow, i cant wait to see who all i'm going to play with. tuesday is my birthday.. woohoo. i'm finally going to be 16. lol most of yall say its not that big, but hey i made it this far!  my bestest friend aaron is coming to see me for spring break at the end of the month. its been 8 years since i have seen him, isnt that crazy?! i cant wait for yall to meet him!! well i must jet. until next time.... -me
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| well hello xanga folks! its been awhile. to update yall on what has been happening over here on my side of town its been same ole same ole. i went to see bridge to terabithia last weekend.. it was great! i have never cried in a movie theater before.. thanks to pert!! after the movie went to coldstone for some gooooood ice cream.. but i must say very expensive. i didnt get to do anything this week.. unfortunately, i have been very sick.. but i'm feeling a ton better today than i did tuesday. i'm still bummed i didnt get to go to ATF today and tomorrow... but everyone called me this morning to say hi.. i miss them so much..  on a happier note, its the weekend and i'm stoked! lol well i better jet, until next time.. -me
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| so here is a story i was reading in a book.. that i thought was cute. a true test of love lt. john blanchard was in new york city at grand central station. and he looked up at the big clock. it said five till six. his heart was racing. at exactly six o'clock he was going to meet the girl whom he thought he was in love with but had never met. this is what happened... he had been in florida for pilot training during world war 2, and while he was there he happened to go to a library and check out a book. as he flipped through the pages he noticed that someone had made notes in the margins. reading the insightful observations in beautiful handwriting, he said to himself, "i would love to meet whoever wrote these notes; they seem so kind, gentle, and wise." he looked in front of the book and saw the name: hollis maynell, new york city. he decided to try and find her. with the help of a new york city phone book, he found her address and wrote her a letter. the day after he wrote her, he was shipped back overseas to fight in the war. surprisingly, hollis answered johns letter. they soon began to correspond back and forth throughout the war. "her letters were just like the marvelous notes she had written in that book." john recalled. "she was so comforting and so helping." one time john had confessed in a letter that he had been scared to death when they flew over germany. hollis had encouraged him. "all brave men are afraid at times. next time you are afraid, just say yea, though i walk through the valley of shadow of death i will fear no evil for thou art with me." as they continued to write, john because to realize that he was having romantic feelings toward hollis. he wrote, "send me a picture", and she replied, "no i wont. relationships are not built on what people look like." still he was intrigued by her and longed to meet her in person. finally the day came when he was to return to the states on leave. he mentioned in one of his letters that he was coming home and would like to take her to dinner. she had arranged to meet him in new york city grand central station at 6 p.m. under the big clock. "you'll know who i am because i will be wearing a red rose." she told him. at last the day had come. john waited nervously to finally meet the girl he thought he loved. here is how john described this first meeting with hollis maynell: a young woman was coming towards me, her figure was long and slim. she had blonde hair that lay back in curls from her delicate ears. her eyes were as blue as flowers. her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in a pale green suit she looked like a springtime come alive! excitedly, i started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not earing a red rose. as i moved her way she noticed me. a small provocative smile curled her lips. "going my way soldier?" she asked coyly. i took another step closer to her. it was then that i saw.. hollis maynell with the red rose in her coat, directly behind the girl in green. my heart sank, she was a woman well past forty. she was plump. she had graying hair tucked under a warn hat. her think ankles were thrust into low shoes. the girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. i had to make a choice. should i follow after the beauty who had just spoken to me. or stay and face poor hollis maynell? i made my decision, and i didn't hesitate. turning toward the woman, i smiled. even as i began to speak, i felt chocked by bitter disappointment. "you must be miss maynell." i said, extending my hand. "i'm so glad you could meet me. will you join me for dinner? " the older womans face then broadened into a smile. "i don't know what this is all about, son," she replied, "but you know that young woman in the green suit who just went by? i met her on the train. she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. she said that if you should ask me to dinner, to tell you she is waiting for you in that big restaurant across the street. she said it was some kind of a test." anyways.. i thought that was good and decided to share! barnsey
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| i'm saying this in a nice sorta way... get a life... and stop sticking your nose in on everyone else business.. if they want you to know something then they will tell you.. dont just make something up.. if you want to spread something.. spread the truth.. it wont hurt later on in life. i'm sick of this crap! proverbs 18:17 - "any story sounds true until someone sets the record straight." .:b:.
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