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I been asked many times now, “How did you and your boyfriend meet?”

And everytime, all I can do is smile and state how long of a story it is. Because truly, with my detailed brain and ramblings, it IS a long story. But the details are important, because without each chain of events that happened, we never would have met.

So, I thought I would write about it here, and just send people this link when they want to know. Haha, lazy.

So let me start way back, On June 22nd 2008….

We had our last performance for “Pirates of the great lakes”. I was sad it was over, but out the audience doors walked my friends, and to my surprise, my friend Ryan was with them. Ryan and I had been in the crucible together, and he lived right around the corner from me. I was excited too see them all since only one of my friends had even bothered to come see the show. I thanked them and told them I would text them when I was done cleaning and got to wash up. I felt bad not being able to talk to them about their thoughts on the show.

I went home with my brother, a little dazzed, sad and also relieved at the same time that we were done. It had been exhausting work and I felt especially bad for my brother since he was on stage thru the entire show. I got to work right away with scrubbing my stage makeup off. Pink lipstick stained my cheeks, lips and my eyelids all the way up to the black drawn on eyebrows. Stage foundation is tough enough to scrub off as it is, but I spent awhile with rubbing alcohol and a washcloth and prob lost 2 layers of skin alone.

I had gotten multiple texts from people telling me we were going to go see a movie. I was down, but what movie?

“The Happening.”

……..yuk. I thought the movie looked ridiculously stupid as is and I fought them with their choice but in the end, it ended up being what we saw. I stopped at subway on the way to the theater with my friend Kar and we snuck my turkey 5-dollar footlong into the theater with her purse. Yeah… i’m one of THOSE people. But I was starved.

The movie continued to suck and Lauren and I mostly chose to laugh at the ridiculousness of the plot and acting. And while leaving, we made the decision to continue to mock the movie at Laurens house, and play a brutal, bloody game of spoons. (The game really did turn brutal we had chipped nails, scratches and bite marks everywhere!).

Only a few days before had I cried and complained to one of my friends that I was beyond done with boys. I was done LOOKING. That was my problem I was one of those girls who would meet a guy, and right away think “how would this person be as a boyfriend? Can I date them?” and thus leaving me a string of failed attempts and messes when it came to boys. I vowed to my friend that I would stop looking, concentrate on working and paying my bills, and just let w/e happen happen.

Anyways, back to after our game of spoons, Michael, Collin Lauren and I decided to go to Dennys. It was 1:30 AM but pancakes sounded DELICIOUS! They sounded especially good to our friends who couldn’t go with (hahaha).

We sat at the C.R dennys in the very back booth, being giggly and chatting still about the cuts on our arms from spoons and also how we were going to order pancakes and send pictures of them to our other friends who couldn’t come with us and rub it in. Within minuets of our milkshakes coming to our table, I saw the doors open and in came Ryan, another boy and another girl. We were far away and they sat at the very first table, Ryan on one side, the guy and girl on the other. I could only assume they were dating. I tried waving to get Ryans attention but he didn’t even look, so on the top of my lungs, I yelled Ryans name. Everyone in the store looked but him, and his waitress pointed me out to him.

He stood up and walked to our booth and started talking to Lauren and I. He had a big stupid smile on his face and I right away asked him, “Ryan are you drunk?”


Awkward silence of me starring at him.

“Okay yeah.”

When Ryan is drunk, its very distinct. My friend Becca is the same way. Some people you can’t tell when they are drunk but others are very obvious in a fun way.

He was telling me he was just getting back from the bar when his other guy friend walked up to our table, clearly drunk also. I looked up at him. Cute. Very cute. More then cute my mind actually screamed at me handsome. But I don’t use that word do I? He just had that typical guy look. That look books describe… straight teeth, big smile, square jaw, beautiful eye. Typical guy look.

Ryan pointed to him and introduced us as his friend who is home on leave from Iraq.

Suddenly he wasn’t so good looking to me anymore. I knew those army guys. They all acted the same. Acted cocky, tough, said they could kick everyones ass who walks by them, overly protective and needy and worse of all, they like to take a million pictures of their abs. I could picture his myspace already. PLASTERED in half naked pictueres and beautiful blonde girls commenting on how they were dying to grate cheese on his washboard of a stomach.

I just sorta gave a half ass smile and turned back to my milkshake and choose to talk to Michael and Collin.

Ryan and his friend walked away and we all continued to talk amongst ourselves about school and fourth of July plans while chowing on breakfast items. I realized I still had yet to talk to Ryan about what he thought of my show, so I excused myself from the table and walked to sit next to him. I turned right to him and began ignoring his two other friends. I felt rude but I was dying to know. We were discussing the shows pros and cons, who sucked and who did amazing and while so doing this Ryans friend, his name is Joel, was referring to me as hot. I vaguely remember this part. I remember him saying it once, but according to him, he kept saying it. I sorta turned and glanced at him, thinking he was a drunk mess. Clearly drunk since I still had fadded pink occupying my cheeks and eyelids, no other makeup and my hair was in a ponytail ontop of my head. I was FAR from hot.

I ended up leaving with my friends and chose to Ignore Joel while leaving the table. I said bye, but it was more focused to Ryan and the girl next to Joel (she turned out to be Joels 17 year old sister, their sober cab).

That was all on sunday, and for the next week, my mind didn’t even phase back to that night except for when we talked about the movie and more fourth of July plans. By friday, I was sitting online at 2 AM and watching television when I got a call from Ryan. He invited me over to his house to drink and that his g/f Kari wanted me to come over.

2 AM seemed late to drink, but I thought, why not I have nothing better to do and he does live right around the corner. I hung up, fixed my makeup a tiny bit and ran over to Ryans. I literally ran because the neighborhood was dark and I didn’t want to die.

Arriving in one piece to see Kari and one of her girlfriends, they right away insisted on jagbombs and shoved one in my hand. Okay? Why not? I did a few with them and we walked into the garage where Ryan was setting up a beer pong table. My eyes strayed next to him and I saw Joel was there. I felt weird. He sorta glanced at me and looked away, no smile, no frown, no expression at all. I got annoyed kind of. I thought “omg already he is giving me that ‘whos the ugly chick, i’m to good to party with someone like that’ look.” I got over it. He was a stupid army guy he should be feeling lucky to party at all. Kari and I decided to play against Ryan and Joel in beer pong. Our big problem tho was we didn’t have plastic cups but choose to use glass instead.

…..word of advice, doesn’t work! I felt like I was playing a carnival game trying to win a big stuffed bear! After 15 mins of failed attempts from both sides we gave up. Glass was not going to work. We went inside and decided to play Categories, such a generic game. And being as I was in no way trying to impress anyone there like I usually would be, I decided to act as myself as I usually do with Ryan and Kari. I was tipsy, answering my questions truthfully. We were having so much fun and Joel only sort of began to talk. I was out of beer and glanced around the table to see what others had. Right infront of Joel was a bottle of Jack Daniels. I glanced up at him and he was looking at me, I assumed he read my mind because he asked if I wanted some. I tried saying no but then, I nodded, taking the bottle and having a drink. I expected the worest but it wasn’t that bad.

The rest is sort of a blurr after that. I remember failed attempts of us trying to see who was strongest and could pick one another up. I felt confident I could pick Joel up since he is not much more taller then I, but I couldn’t do it! I was shocked. Usually I could always pick boys up and boys have a hard time picking me up. I was awkward to pick up and heavy I guess. Not very well proportioned. But Joel picked me up with ease. I was drunkenly impressed.

I remember eating spray cheese also. Which makes me gag now writing it since I HATE that stuff, but, for some reason I sprayed it on my arm by accident, licked it off and found it pleasantly tasty.

Anything else that happened is gone from my mind. The next thing after all of that we were standing in the garage talking to Ryans mom for a long time. The sun was coming up, it had to be a warm 6 AM and one by one people went to bed. Ryan and Kari, soon Karis friend and then Ryans mom. I was alone with Joel. I glanced at him, not wanting to be awkward and asked if he wanted to go for a walk. A very drunk, 6 AM walk. He said yes and we started to walk around the neighborhood. To my suprise, he lived in the neighborhood. He lived right by Ryan, exactly parallel to my house, on the next street over.

We walked to Caseys genral store and bought Gatorade, and while he was checking out, I was leaning head into the counter looking at scratch offs. I hadn’t gotten one since my 18th birthday and they looked appealing. But I was broke.

“Hey, you should buy a scratch off!” I said a lot louder then needed. I stood up fast, sorta stumbled back and he caught me. He didn’t seem much like he wanted to, but he tossed 5 bucks on the counter and said, “okay what do you want?”

I was thankful the guy behind the counter I went to high school with because I didn’t have my I.D on me. I was going to buy all one dollar ones, but the lady also behind the counter helped me pick.

“You should get this one.” she said, pointing at a 5 dollar scratch off. A 5 dollar one, but I only have 5 dollars! That means I can only get one! I glanced at Joel quickly, and then back at the lady. “Okay we’ll do that one.”

She tore it off, scanned it and handed it to me. I grabbed a penny from the tray and began to scratch at it with Joel hovering over my shoulders. I didn’t read how it worked I just scratched the whole thing, and pressed it to my face trying to understand whats going on.

“Uhhhh, I think we won?” I lied and handed it to the boy I graduated with. “Can you just scan it for me?”

He laughed at me and took it, running it through the machine and then turning back to look. “You won 100 dollars.”

It took me a second to process that. “100 dollars? No shit?” and then as he took it out of the register and placed it on the counter. I grabbed it handing it to Joel and jumped up and down excited. He seemed really happy to and we left with our Gatorade and 90 more bucks then we came in with.

Anoka High School, where we both went, was directly across the street and we decided to walk the long path there. We continued talking as we had before, we talked about everything. We sat on the grassy hill overlooking the school and parking lot and talked about our experiences there. We didn’t sit long because I started to feel sick and then insisted we go back to Ryans. We walked down the path towords 7th avenue and I linked my arm with his. Not in a flirty way ether, just a friendly way I would with my gays or girls. I mostly did it so I didn’t fall over while walking. The funny thing is as we were getting to 7th avenue, my mom was driving down it and turning right onto the street we were headed to. I waved, but she didn’t even notice me. She was going home from her boyfriends house.

The walk wasn’t long back to Ryans, Joel showed me where he lived, and we went into Ryans house straight into the living room. We found some blankets and layed down still chatting. It had to be 8, 9 in the morning at this point, and I still didn’t see him as a boyfriend type (I woulda thrown myself all over him if that were the case). To me he felt more like a long time friend. I felt like I learned so much about him. The most important thing I had learned was that he hated the army and wasn’t at all like the rest of the boys i met. He didn’t want to go back, he didn’t want to kill people he didn’t want to be in the army anymore. This changed my whole perspective of him.

We layed side by side still talking, and I found a little chest right next to my head. I opened it and pulled the first thing I saw in it out. It was the first curious george book. I opened it, turned to him and began reading it. I read it in different voice, and read it just like a kindergarten teacher would to her class. He laughed at me and smiled and told me I was the biggest dork he ever met. And then we fell asleep.

We woke only a few hours later, me completely turned and scooted away from him and feeling sick to my stomach. The rest of our friends were in the room with us playing wii Mario kart and I ran to the bathroom thinking I was going to puke.

The day proceeded to us all hanging out again all day. We played badmitten, and went bowling at Brunswick. Joel didn’t say a word to me all day. He was acting like he did the night before and I thought maybe he had an interest in karis other friend. Maybe I talked too much? Oh well, I gave up the thought. He was going back to Iraq anyways soon so why should I care?

We drank again that night and did as we did the other night, talked about every thing we could. We were very comftorable talking but only when we were drunk it seemed. The next day we went seperate ways. He had stuff to do and I had to get ready for my call backs. Call backs were a long process I read for one part and spent a long time siting around. Ryan texted me and invited me to go see Wall-E with kari and Joel. Kari and I had just been saying how much we wanted too see that movie, so I said yes, and then I got excited. Was this a date? A double date? I borrowed money from my mom, and decided to meet them at Bostons. When I got there, it was only Joel and Ryan and they were finishing up food and told me we were meeting kari at the theater.

I was getting kind of nervous, wondering if it was a date, and then I decided to try and not think of it that way because he was leaving soon and this would only end in a failed attempt like the last ones did. Ryan and Kari prob just wanted someone there to distract joel. But Joel bought my ticket for me. I panicked. Is this a date?! What do I do!? It’s a kids movie tho!!!! A kids movie that I actually wanted to watch! Do we hold hands? Do we kiss? I ignored it and spent most of my time talking to Kari to avoid awkward first date feelings. I succeeded. And I also loved the movie. We were all going to go to Dennys but Ryan and Kari decided to ditch us. Just Joel and I go to Dennys? I sorta felt like this was a set up, but, I went. Joel offered to buy me food but I declined just the way he offered to give me a chunk of the 100 we won on the scratch off. I said no to that also.

There we were, at Dennys, again. Right where we first met, but we talked this time. I liked talking to him. I felt like I could tell him anything without him judging me. I don’t go to school, he didn’t care. I didn’t have a job at the time, he didn’t seem to mind. I felt myself with him.

I dropped him off at home after Dennys (Since my car had been at Bostons) and he asked me if I wanted to come with him the next day to go get a tattoo. I smiled and told him to call me as soon as he woke up and I would love to go. He did just that, I woke up the next day to him calling me. It was his last day before he had to go back to Iraq and I felt kinda lucky he wanted to hang out with me. We went to Wingnut and I watched them ink him up, and after we went out to eat at Panera. I didn’t want to leave Panera because I assumed he would want to go hang out with others and I would never see him again, but he invited me to his house. I met his family, and we sat in the basement playing N64. I love video games and I kicked his butt in Mario Kart and SuperSmash brothers. We spent the whole day together, and the whole night. By 12 A.M we were laying outside getting chewed up by mosquitos, but I didn’t mind. I just wanted to spend as much time with him as I could. He was leaving at 6 A.M until April. It was weird how much I had really started to like him. I still remember every detail of everything we talked about. The fact that he smelt like subway at one point for a brief second, when hed sing quietly to himself but towords me and it always made me smile. The most important detail was that I told him I liked him a lot, and that he was prob going to think I am a freak, but he told me he really liked me also. He said a few other things but I wont say exactly what it was because it might get back to that person. Another thing that made me happy was when I confronted him about being so quiet.

“You barely said anything to me the night at Ryans and you didn’t talk to me all day saturday until I started drinking and talked to you, I thought you hated me?”

He just looked at me and smiled. He explained to me that hes a really shy person and actually thought I was very beautiful and was too scared to talk to me.

Beautiful? Me? I been called cute, yeah, hot, that also. But never beautiful. Not even past boyfriends ever called me beautiful and even when I wore little makeup and had pink streaks in my hair this very attractive guy was to scared to talk to me because I was beautiful!? That alone completely made me melt. People always say “Find the guy who thinks you’re beautiful even at your ugliest.”

I had to go home because his mom was going to be awake soon to take him to the airport and he had to get back into uniform. He walked me home, and I cried. I tried not to because it seemed silly but I burst into tears and he hugged me in my driveway telling me he would talk to me everyday, and that we could write letters and before I knew it he would be home for good. I nodded, kissed him, and watched him walk away.

I went inside feeling sad and got online right away to check facebook. I was awake and hadn’t been on all day why not? I am very glad I did because he messaged me saying he still had an hour before he left and if I wanted to come say goodbye and see him in his uniform. I was just glad to get to see him one more time since my earlier goodbye felt incomplete.

I put on my running shoes, and quietly snuck out my front door so that my mom wouldn’t ask where I was going at 6 A.M. I ran as fast as I could thru the yards of our neighbors to get to his house and when I saw him looking spiffy in his uniform I jumped into his arms and hugged him.

I had my camera so we took some pictueres, sat around and talked and then I had to say goodbye. I gave him a long hug and kissed him and didn’t want to stop hugging him. I knew it would be the last time I got to hug him for a long long time and I wondered if I would even get to see him when he got home. Would he meet another girl online while in Iraq? Or get back with an ex or just completely start hating me all together? I went back home, layed in bed with grief and spent most of my day between the computer and bed. That was all the morning of July 2nd, and on July 9th we decided to just make it official and date. And we have talked, written and etc everyday since. I worry about him alot but if I knew he wasn’t something worth waiting for, I wouldn’t waste my time. But I know he is something special and I think of him all the time.

It is so weird how all this time, the guy I would end up being crazy for was in plain site of my house. I always wonder if I ever saw him at Anoka. We did grace those halls at the same time long ago, and little did I know of all the times I watched the football games, or heard his name announced over the intercom, or saw his picture in the yearbook that he would be the guy I got along with the best and would be the craziest for.

I know no one understands how I feel, or why things are how they are and I know lots of people are probably sitting there thinking “How can you really like someone that you don’t get to be with everyday?”

But I think this is good because we are able to get to know eachother and learn stuff from eachother and look forward too seeing eachother without the physical stuff getting in the way. I started off getting to know him as a friend. I didn’t meet him and start thinking “boyfriend material”. I was able to act myself, and he has treated me the best out of all relationships. Sometimes when I hear of my friends relationships I think of how lucky I am.

But that was a long story, long blog, but people asked and now maybe people can understand where I am coming from. It is weird how right when you stop trying to look for someone, they stumble right into your lap.


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So I realized I can actually SEE how many people view my blog. And to a relief, people look at it! All this time I thought it was only MAYBE 5 people but I often get up to 20 viewers. How sweet…. people actually care!

This blog has no particular reason. I have been busy/lazy lately, and I figuered i’d update WHY I have been busy/lazy.

Lets start with the fact that I ONLY (most of the time) work on weekends. And I work EVERY WEEKEND from 5-11. I am not complaining tho. I love my job more then someone should ever enjoy a job I think. Alot of the times I would prefer to be at work then at home because, lets face it, I don’t have many friends anymore who are around (I got friends they are just all MILES away at college). So this is my time to GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!

Also, my mom drives me NUTS! My sister got lucky by moving out when my mom was still in her “cool mom-party phase”. I am 19, and living with the mom who would rather eat sunflower seeds ALL day long and nap on the couch. And if she ever decides to say anything to me, she usually finds something to complain about. It is usually ether “blah blah blah don’t put shoes near the door!” (She wants me to keep shoes down stairs. No way Jose thats what in front of the door is for!) or it is “omg you are doing the dishes completely wrong!” She is very anal about things being clean and cleaned HER WAY! When I do dishes I have to start with cups and then do plates and bowls and NO PANS are allowed to touch the water until everything else is clean. And then usually she gets mad because I stack them in the strainer wrong. I say…. who cares at least they are getting done.

Anyways, since my sister and friend both had babies within a week of eachother, I been busy wanting to help my sister or talk/help my friend. Talk about MAJOR baby envy.. For about a week I was thanking my lucky stars my boyfriend was all the way in Iraq. But I am WAY over the thought now (not to worry anyone).

When I am at home I mostly confine to my room. I think that is most likely the cause of my serious depression and sudden urge to just run my brothers car off a bridge every time I am in it. But there is NOTHING else to do. I usually sit down here and check my facebook and myspace and e-mail. I bought a dvd player so for the past week I watched the entire series of Sex and the City for the 10th time. And also I have a STACK of books I been reading. Yes, it is true I DO read believe it or not. Most recently I finished reading “Wicked”. I have been reading Tori Spellings book “sTori Telling” but since I own it, I bought it on hiatus to read “Twilight”. My sister is reading it, my mom is so I thought what the hay I will too.

Believe it or not, that book explains my internet disappearance! I often find myself talking online to my boyfriend, and trying to keep asking him “So are you tired?! Are you going to go to bed?! Maybe you should go shower and play games with the boys or go play poker or something!” ….. Don’t get me wrong I CRAZY like my boyfriend… more then someone should like a boyfriend I AM the definition of creeper but….. this damn twilight book as got me to the point where I want everyone to go away so I can read. Tonight at work I found myself cleaning tables, doing the dishes and pretty much throwing food at people faster then possible because I was dying to get home to read.

Right now people are probably thinking… “Hello April twilight is like, three years old now! You are SO out of the loop!”

But my reasoning for not reading it was because I am a die-hard loyal Harry Potter fan. Harry Potter came out when I was 11 and the characters were 11. The last book came out right after I turned 18, and all the characters were 17. I grew up with H.P why on earth would I EVER betray Harry Ron and Hermione for LAME Twilight!?

Well I am sorry to them all but I HAVE! Twilight is actually filling  the H.P void in my heart. Maybe thats why I like it so much? Or is it because its totally written well? And by written well I mean written just like a trashy romance novel for tweens.

Ether way,  I shall stop rambling on because…. I am going to go read and go to bed soon. =]

So if I am M.I.A lately, it is because the intoxicating words of Bella and Edward are preoccupying my mind.

And I would just like to end this blog with a little story Andi and I wrote when she and I were in 10th grade. Just to show you how dumb we are….

By Andrea Jay and SOME by April Gage

Artwork by April Gage (currently not pictuered).

jamal, a black prince from bel air, was deep sea fishing in the caspain sea one day back a long time ago.. it was stormy out that day and lightening struck jamals ship.. jamal had weak knees.. and was in a wheel chair. He desperately tried to steady the boat but the waves were too powerful. Poor prince jamal toppled out of his wheel chair and got knocked into the sea.

Meanwhile, Johndo, the giant squid was looking for dinner. He had to feed his wife and kids.. He was swimming along.. looking for a tasty meal when suddenly a crippled black man fell in the water! It was Jamal!

“YUMMM!!!” said Johndo the giant squid! He quickly grabbed the prince of bel air with his long 300 ft tentacles and began shaking him violently.
Luckily Jamal carried his spear in his back pocket. He whipped it out and began stabbing the tentacles.. The squid lost three tentacles but still had plenty more. Jamal was doomed. He began to scream help.. but nobody could hear his cries. For he was under the water.. and his lungs had no oxygen.

Suddenly king tritan from the little mermaid swam up! he was coming to save Jamal! but the king was too late. Johndo had already eaten the prince of bel air. So King Triton said “fuck this!” and swam home to his daughter ariel where she was having a party under the sea with Sebastian and flounder.

Jamal was greatly missed back in bel air but the town soon found a new black guy to sit on the throne. his name is will smith. you can catch him late at nite on nickelodeon.

the end.

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The Style Issue

So I realized my blog is dull of religion, celebs who royally piss me off, and nothing about politics. So, naturally, I am going to shake things up a bit.

My pregnant “bestie” had her baby on 10-09-08 (bitchin birthdate. I was the one to point this out to her =] ). I have known this girl since 8th grade and her family has generously boughten me to Wisconsin Dells every summer and also brought me to Florida before my sophomore year of high school. We always had so much fun and we have the same sense of humor. The first year we spent lots of money trying to get these plastic glasses with the nose and mustache attached to it out of a crane machine. We successfully got them, and then proceeded to wear them while shopping in the downtown area.

We also got hamburger hats and thought they were THE GREATEST things ever!

So anyways, her and I went to the chinease buffet a few weeks ago. As we are leaving, a mom comes in and has with her a…..ohhh… i’d say 16 year old daughter. Now this was the type of girl you envied in high school. She had cute designer clothes, perfect long blonde hair (ya know the kind you spend lots of money trying to achieve but it never works out) and zit free skin. But…. she had something so horrendously weird on her face, we both about died….

Loath and behold SHUTTER SHADES!!!!!

Yes, the girl was wearing THOSE on her face.

After she walked by, Andi and I both looked at eachother, and made our same, traditional “Uhhhh…” noise followed by obnoxious laughter. Don’t worry she didn’t hear, but we got in the car and kept asking “What was that girl wearing?! Were those for real!? Does she realize they don’t block out the sun!? Can she actually see?”

Those now trendy “shutter shades” were made popular by Kanye West in his “Stronger” video. Even tho they are funky and ugly, they are exactly the type of thing Andi and I would find in Wisconsin and buy just to be silly (In Florida we wanted to buy these LED sunglasses that flashed and changed colors, but they were like, 40 bucks).

I am going in to see her and the baby at the hospital and I am bringing a little gift bag. I thought it would be extra fun to find these shutter shades in stores just to throw in with her gifts so I searched for them.


Urban outfitters has them and they are 25 bucks! WHAT!? I can find FULL sunglasses for cheaper then that! Damn you Kanye West for making something so outrageously dumb so expensive!

Hopefully soon they will be in the dollar bin at Target, then we can both get a pair and wear them around the town thinking we are being funny like old times!

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The following was written by Ben Stein and recited by him on CBS Sunday Morning Commentary.

My confession :

I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish. And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful lit up, bejeweled trees, Christmas trees.. I don’t feel threatened. I don’t feel discriminated against. That’s what they are: Christmas trees.

It doesn’t bother me a bit when people say, ‘Merry Christmas’ to me. I don’t think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto. In fact, I kind of like it It shows that we are all brothers and sisters celebrating this happy time of year. It doesn’t bother me at all that there is a manger scene on display at a key intersection near my beach house in Malibu . If people want a crèche, it’s just as fine with me as is the Menorah a few hundred yards away.

I don’t like getting pushed around for being a Jew, and I don’t think Christians like getting pushed around for being Christians. I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period. I have no idea where the concept came from that America is an explicitly atheist country. I can’t find it in the Constitution and I don’t like it being shoved down my throat.

Or maybe I can put it another way: where did the idea come from that we should worship celebrities and we aren’t allowed to worship God as we understand Him? I guess that’s a sign that I’m getting old, too. But there are a lot of us who are wondering where these celebrities came from and where the America we knew went to.

In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke; it’s not funny, it’s intended to get you thinking.

Billy Graham’s daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her ‘How could God let something like this happen?’ (regarding Katrina) Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response. She said, ‘I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we’ve been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives. And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out.
How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?’

In light of recent events… terrorists attack, school shootings, etc. I think it started when Madeleine Murray O’Hare (she was murdered, her body found a few years ago) complained she didn’t want prayer in our schools, and we said OK. Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school. The Bible says thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself. And we said OK.

Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn’t spank our children when they misbehave because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr Spock’s son committed suicide). We said an expert should know what he’s talking about. And we said OK.

Now we’re asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don’t know right from wrong, and why it doesn’t bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves.

Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with ‘WE REAP WHAT WE SOW.

Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world’s going to hell Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says. Funny how you can send ‘jokes’ through e-mail and they spread like wildfire but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing. Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace.

Are you laughing yet?

Funny how when you forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you’re not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it.

Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God thinks of us.

Pass it on if you think it has merit. If not then just discard it… no one will know you did. But, if you discard this thought process, don’t sit back and complain about what bad shape the wor ld is in.

My Best Regards, Honestly and respectfully,

Ben Stein

So I made a fake myspace account. It’s a male myspace account that all my chick friends have access too, and we all use it too add our boyfriends exes to be nosey and look at them and their accounts. Yes I know, we’re women we’re CRAZY AS FUCK! But I told boyfriend this, and he laughed, and didn’t care. See, isn’t he amazing!?

Anyways, one of my friends baby daddy exes posted that article above and I read it. And it just made me really think. Religion fascinates me, different religions they are all different. But for some reason I have always been super hateful on Christians. Why? I celebrate Christmas. I sorta celebrate Easter. Talking about jewish people and their beliefs I am super interested in and find it all cool, same with buddism and such. But any time someone mentions jesus, and god and the bible I get super annoyed and usually angry. I believe in god so why do I get angry? I finally figured it out. It is because of all those reasons listed above. In school, whenever anything religious came up it was looked down upon. I still have a vague memory in 4th grade someone getting in trouble for wanting to lead a prayer before a test. Also, I LOVE THEM TO DEATH, but my family is very non-religious. They sorta frown upon and get annoyed of religion too, so naturally I joined in with them. But when my friends talk about it, sometimes the things they say too me are so right and make me smile and sort of believe in the better of things. I mean again, I don’t believe in the EXACT word of the bible, and recently I read that it is not all supposed to be taken seriously, but I do believe in a god and maybe I should start rethinking some things over. This doesn’t mean I am going to go to church every Sunday or anything, but, it is nice to think someone higher up is looking over me and I can ask for help. Tonight I had also went grocery shopping with my dad. I had went off about how crazy and stupid Palin is (after he had to remark how hot she is). I said how dumb it is that she doesn’t support sex ed in schools and birth control! And he explained to me that everyone has their beliefs and that we need to respect them. Not everyone agrees with my beliefs but people will respect them. Then I just mumbled all of America is going to end up like her slutty 17 year old. But who am I to judge her situation? Long story short, I need to be more accepting of christian and catholic beliefs (no matter how crazy they are) and find the fascination in them.

And also sometimes I want to be jewish still because they have the coolest weedings!

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