Well..here it is...2 days before Christmas...EEEK!! But, we all know it comes EVERY year so we have NO excuse for the panic routine!! But...we do it anyway!!
So...I hope everybody has been good boys & girls and I hope you get what you want in your stocking!! 
And I wish a very SPECIAL Merry Christmas to my Texas friend...
Merry Christmas Tex!!
It's official...I'm 'goofy'. Is this a news flash? Nope.
Cindy Lou 'Dec.2004'
Hold On Tightly To What Is Truly Important In Life
Hold on to faith; it is the source of believing
that all things are possible. It is the fiber
and strength of a confident soul.
Hold on to hope; it banishes doubt and enables
attitudes to be positive and cheerful.
Hold on to trust; it is at the core of fruitful
relationships that are secure and content.
Hold on to love; it is life's greatest gift of all,
for it shares, cares and gives meaning to life.
Hold on to family and friends; they are the most
important people in your life, and they make
the world a better place. They are your roots
and the beginnings that you grew from;
they are the vine that has grown through time
to nourish you, help you on your way,
and always remain close by.
Hold on to all that you are and all that you have
learned, for these things are what make you unique.
Don't ignore what you feel and what you believe
is right and important; your heart has a way
of speaking louder than your mind.
Hold on to your dreams; achieve them diligently
and honestly. Never take the easy way or
surrender to deceit. Remember others on your way,
and take time to care for their needs.
Enjoy the beauty around you.
Have the courage to see things differently and clearly.
Make the world a better place one day at a time,
and don't let go of the important things that
give meaning to your life.
~Kelly D. Caron~
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Other things may change us, but we start and end with the family. -- Anthony Brandt
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The people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.
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Our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.
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For my son, Nic…I love you! 
Mom 
Mama told me, when I was young
Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely, to what I say.
And if you do this
It will help you some sunny day.
Ohh take your time... Don't live too fast,
Troubles will come, and they will pass.
Go find a woman and you'll find love,
And don't forget son,
There is someone up above.
And be a simple kind of man.
And maybe some day you'll love and understand.
Baby be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
If you can?
Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
All that you need is in your soul,
And you can do this if you try.
All that I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.
Boy, don't you worry... you'll find yourself.
Follow you heart and nothing else.
And you can do this if you try.
All I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.
~Lynard Skynyrd~
First, let's define a joke...humor
so no one takes me
seriously!!
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"Joke" Defined:
1. Something said or done to provoke laughter.
2. Something not to be taken seriously.
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A: Comet.
Q: What do you get when you cross a snowman with a vampire?
A: Frostbite
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Christmas is just plain weird.
What other time of the year do you sit in front of a dead tree in your living room
eating candy and snacks out of your socks?
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Christmas Story
'Twas the night before Christmas--Old Santa was pissed.
He cussed out the elves and threw down his list.
Miserable little brats, ungrateful little jerks.
I have a good mind to scrap the whole works!
I've busted my ass for damn near a year,
Instead of "Thanks Santa"--what do I hear?
The old lady bitches cause I work late at night.
The elves want more money--The reindeer all fight.
Rudolph got drunk and goosed all the maids.
Donner is pregnant and Vixen has AIDS.
And just when I thought that things would get better
Those assholes from the IRS sent me a letter,
They say I owe taxes--if that ain't damn funny
Who the hell ever sent Santa Claus any money?
And the kids these days--they all are the pits
They want the impossible--Those mean little shits
I spent a whole year making wagons and sleds
Assembling dolls...Their arms, legs and heads
I made a ton of yo yo's--No request for them,
They want computers and robots...they think - I'm IBM!
Flying through the air...dodging the trees
Falling down chimneys and skinning my knees
I'm quitting this job there's just no enjoyment
I'll sit on my fat ass and draw unemployment.
There's no Christmas this year now you know the reason,
I found me a blonde. I'm going SOUTH for the season!
Author Unknown
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The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live. -- George Carlin
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A four-year-old boy who was asked to return thanks before Christmas dinner. The family members bowed their heads in expectation. He began his prayer, thanking God for all his friends, naming them one by one. Then he thanked God for Mommy, Daddy, brother, sister, Grandma, Grandpa, and all his aunts and uncles. Then he began to thank God for the food.
He gave thanks for the turkey, the dressing, the fruit salad, the cranberry sauce, the pies, the cakes, even the Cool Whip. Then he paused, and everyone waited ... and waited. After a long silence, the young fellow looked up at his mother and asked, "If I thank God for the broccoli, won't he know that I'm lying?"
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Santa was very upset. It was Christmas Eve and NOTHING was going right!
Mrs. Claus had burned all the cookies. The elves were complaining about not getting paid for the overtime they had while making the toys. The reindeer had been drinking all afternoon and were dead drunk. To make matters worse, they had taken the sleigh out for a spin earlier in the day and had crashed it into a tree.
Santa was furious. "I can't believe it! I've got to deliver millions of presents all over the world in just a few hours and all of my reindeer are drunk, the elves are on strike and I don't even have a Christmas tree!"
He continued, "And I sent that stupid Little Angel out hours ago to find a tree and he isn't even back yet! What am I going to do?"
Just then, the Little Angel opened the front door and stepped in from the snowy night, dragging a Christmas tree behind him. He said, "Yo, fat man! Where do you want me to stick the tree this year?"
And thus the tradition of angels atop the Christmas tree got its start...
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Well...here it is...for all the 
to read...my daily thoughts, ordeals,feelings,desires,wants,needs...blah,blah,blah 
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Please enjoy...i've gone to great lengths to expose myself in ways that even the sanest of us can understand!! 
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You know it's not what you go through in life...it's how you go through it.
F.H.
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