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For Aileen, the future love of her life:

The Obsession Continues

This is for the benefit of Kristen and Jane, all I can say is that I love Robin Hood











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Why am I still awake doing sick homework?

Fast Food Heaven

I love junk food. You could say that I thrive off of it. And since you all know me, you are familiar with my eating habits, or should I say gorging habits. I just don't know what it is about greasy processed foods that I love. (Kristen, I know you are throwing up at the thought.)
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Lately I have had this uncontrollable urge for pizza, but thanks to Mckann and Danielle there is less of on edge.

I love root beer. I always forget how much I like it till I drink more of it.

I adore hamburgers.

I love Krispy Kreme doughnuts, (but not as much as Catie!)

In short I love fast food.
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Classic Demotivators

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I couldn't resist. I thought this was one of the funnier things I've seen :)

After the Storm Comes the Rainbow

"Storms are inevitable in each of our lives. Adversity is to life what stormy weather is to nature." "We simply couldn't exist on earth without the wind or the gray, damp days that bring us rain."

These quotes were in a book that I spent most of my Sunday reading. It's ideas and thoughts triggered many of my own. The whole idea was that life's "storms" will and have come to all of us. In varying degrees. Some as simple as a gust of wind and others powerful enough to lift us off to Oz. But no matter how the winds howl, and the rain pelts down, the point is to not only endure, but to enjoy. This thought process has always bothered me. How in heavens name could anyone learn to enjoy watching the things or the people you love slip through your fingers. How could anyone enjoy gut wrenching doubt. How could anyone learn to love stabbing remarks and cold looks form others. I read was reading further when I came across this simple story.

'"Years ago, a columnist for a Wisconsin news paper wrote this tribute to his mother the day she died: "she taught me to love the storm." He described how as a child he had been terrified of thunder and lightning. When the big, dark clouds came rolling in and the sound of thunder cracked outside his window, he used to hide in his closet, trembling. But his mother always came for him during these storms and taking him by the hands, led him to the front porch where the heavenly violence could be seen in all its force. There she described the grandeur of a nature that could produce such things as the beauty of the jagged flashes of light across the sky. Gradually the boy learned, "to love the storm, and all things that that make storms in life-controversy, reverses, criticism-no longer terrified him."'

After reading this account, I had the thought that it isn't about totally changing form fear to love, but it is about the process, first you need to allow someone or something to show you a new perspective. Then once you can see what they are trying to show you, then look for small things you love till you can appreciate the storm in its entirety.

I guess all I really want to say is thank you for all of you that take me by the hand and show me a new perspective.

Aileen, for relieving my fears or worries with humor, and helping me think about things logically. :)

Amber, for being willing to talk through everything, and not necessarily come up with a solution, but help me find comfort in the journey.

Kristen, for everything you always do.

Mom, I don't think I could list them all.

Lucy, for helping me see my potential and then reach it.

Jane, for making me feel important, and being dedicated to helping me figure even the smallest things out.

Danielle, for understanding what I go through

David, for elevating my thoughts

Mckann, for being willing to drop anything to help me even when it seriously inconveniences her.

Neil, for talking about everything, and accepting that it is ok to be confused or upset.

And all the others who lift and save me every day.