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Taking this out of my myspace... but I really liked it, so I'm putting it here.
He has done more for me than I could ever ask for.
He stayed hand in hand with me and my family through one of the hardest times in our life.
We just got through the distance thing.
It wasn't as hard as I thought...don't get me wrong though, there were times were it was unbearable.
We wouldn't be where we are today if it wasn't for all the stuff we've been through.
I really couldn't ask for anything more.
he means the world to me and so much more. he honestly is my hero. he has taught me so much in life... and that it is worth living. "Loving you from a distance has taught me that even though it hurts, it's all worth it when I get to see you smile and hold you in my arms for the first time in months." it's taught me that true love doesn't care about the distance. It's taught me the true meaning of lonliness. Us being apart has only strengthened our relationship. I'm truly blessed to have you in my life because you're one of a kind and truely amazing in sooo many ways. you're trustworthy, kind, generous, amazing...You are the soul of courtesy....and so much more. Most importantly the love of my life. I'm completely blessed and lucky to say that I will be marrying Joseph DeMattia. =)
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[January 16, 2007 @ 3:48pm] |
The Daughter of a Soldier
Last week I was in Atlanta, Georgia attending a conference. While I was in the airport, returning home, I heard several people behind me beginning to clap and cheer. I immediately turned around and witnessed one of the greatest act's of patriotism I have ever seen.
Moving thru the terminal was a group of soldiers in their camo's, as they began heading to their gate everyone (well almost everyone) was abruptly to their feet with their hands waving and cheering. When I saw the soldiers, probably 30-40 of them, being applauded and cheered for it hit me. I'm not alone. I'm not the only red blooded American who still loves this country and supports our troops and their families.
Of course I immediately stopped and began clapping for these young unsung heroes who are putting their lives on the line everyday for us so we can go to school, work and home without fear or reprisal. Just when I thought I could not be more proud of my country or of our service men and women a young girl, not more than 6 or 7 years old, ran up to one of the male soldiers. He kneeled down and said "hi," the little girl then she asked him if he would give something to her daddy for her. The young soldier, he didn't look any older than maybe 22 himself, said he would try and what did she want to give to her daddy. Then suddenly the little girl grabbed the neck of this soldier, gave him the biggest hug she could muster and then kissed him on the cheek.
The mother of the little girl, who said her daughters name was Courtney, told the young soldier that her husband was a Marine and had been in Iraq for 11 months now. As the mom was explaining how much her daughter, Courtney, missed her father, the young soldier began to tear up. When this temporarily single mom was done explaining her situation, all of the soldiers huddled together for a brief second. Then one of the other servicemen pulled out a military looking walkie-talkie. They started playing with the device and talking back and forth on it.
After about 10-15 seconds of this, the young soldier walked back over to Courtney, bent down and said this to her, "I spoke to your daddy and he told me to give this to you." He then hugged this little girl that he had just met and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He finished by saying "your daddy told me to tell you that he loves you more than anything and he is coming home very soon."
The mom at this point was crying almost uncontrollably and as the young soldier stood to his feet he saluted Courtney and her mom. I was standing no more than 6 feet away from this entire event unfolded. As the soldiers began to leave, heading towards their gate, people resumed their applause. As I stood there applauding and looked around, their were very few dry eyes, including my own. That young soldier in one last act of selflessness, turned around and blew a kiss to Courtney with a tear rolling down his cheek.
We need to remember everyday all of our soldiers and their families and thank God for them and their sacrifices. At the end of the day, it's good to be an American.
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[December 18, 2006 @ 9:32am] |
he's gorgeous, but goregous is an
understatment. more like you're startled
everytime you see him because you
notice something new in a where's waldo
sorta way. more like you can't stop
writing third grade run-on sentences
because you can't even remotley begin
to describe something, someone so
inherntly amazing. more, like you're
afraid that if you stare at him too long,
you'll prove your parents right, yes,
your face will get stuck that way.
but honestly, you really don't mind.
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[December 11, 2006 @ 11:34am] |
Christmas in America
by Melissa Etheridge
I picked out a tree
And I tied it to the car
There's a wreath up on our door
Eight tiny reindeer in the yard
I drove under the downtown lights
Red and green and blue
The silver neon snowflakes
Only made me think of you
It's Christmas all around me
You're in someone else's land
So I'm sending out my only wish
Hey Santa tell the man
Hey mister send my baby home
This December I don't want to be all alone
Oh Christmas in America
I need you in my arms
Far away from harm
Mister send my baby home
I hear someone singing jingle bells
No wait that deck the halls
And the teenagers with candy canes
Ramble through the malls
The girls are down at Ruby's
Trying to find some Christmas cheer
There's not much to do but drink too much
When everyday's unclear
So here I am on Christmas eve
This silent holy night
And I reach up to the stars for you
And I pray that you're alright
What happened to the peace on earth
All that goodwill toward men
Oh come on all ye faithful
It's time to think again
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[December 08, 2006 @ 9:27am] |
But she grew up.
She learned that pinky promises could be b ro k e n as could hearts.
the word "friend" means constant backstabbing.
But she also learned who her true friends were,
the ones that stuck by her side in tough times.
She learned that every once in a while their will be boys that lie,
but thats no reason to not trust anyone
because eventually a boy will come along
that will love her the way she deserves.
She also learned that no matter what happens to smile,
because life comes with no garuntees.
Their are no pause, rewind, or fast forward buttons.
She lived in the moment
and simply did it the best
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[November 21, 2006 @ 9:29am] |
For all of you who wake up in the morning, lay there for a few moments, trying to swallow the sick feeling in the pit of your stomach as you wonder where your soldier is, or how he's doing...this is for you.
For all of you who start a countdown the minute he leaves, and continue to until he is back in your arms again...this is for you.
For all of you who tear up everytime "Far Away" comes on the radio, or who press repeat when "Come Home Soon" plays in their car...this one's for you.
For all of you who see Army billboards, ads in the paper, or commercials on TV and next notice the tears rolling down your cheeks, this is for you.
This is for you.
I am one of you too. This is for us.
For all the times we sleep with our phones on the loudest possible volume, just as to not miss the call that just MIGHT come...
For all the times we roll our eyes when another girl is depressed because she hasn't seen her guy in a week...
For all the times we hear our soldier's name mentioned out loud, and are momentarily frozen...in a trance...in love.
For all the late nights that we spend alone, cuddling with our stuffed animals, wearing our soldiers army sweatshirts and sweatpants, and clutching the precious dog tags around our necks...
This one's for us.
We may feel weak on the inside, but on the outside we're strong.
We may be drowning in tears on the inside, but on the outside, we are a rock.
We may want to crawl in bed and sleep until our man comes home, but instead, we get up and go on with our daily lives with our men in our hearts.
We may feel like we're slowly dying with each day we spend apart from our men, but instead, we put one foot infront of the other, and take each day as it comes.
We are strong, and we are proud.
We have more love in our hearts than we ever thought possible, and for this, we are thankful. We are thankful for our men and also for each other. We are Army gals, and we lean on each other.
Alone we are weak, but together, we are strong. We help each other, and we survive.
To all you Army gals out there, hold your head up and be proud.
We are connected, ALWAYS.
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[November 07, 2006 @ 8:34am] |
lil' hard. but what do you expect?
upset. disappointed. hmm..
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[November 03, 2006 @ 9:20am] |
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Ok. So you honestly just don't say something like that to someone.
So thank you...from making my day go from bad to worse yesterday.
I really appreciate it. =\
Fucker.
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[October 30, 2006 @ 9:33am] |
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[October 27, 2006 @ 9:31am] |
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So he's actually gone..it's hard to actually admit it because it doesn't seem real.. or should I say it didn't. I was doing good when he was still here.. I wasn't thinking about it as much as I did from the start.. but this is the start now. It really hit me when he left, and I pretty much lost it. It's hard to believe that it actually happened... and he's actually gone. From going home after school and seeing him there... to wondering where he is, and what he's doing. I was lucky though... he was lucky... one of the guy's he's with let him use his phone to call me... he called me during 2nd hr yesterday and left me a voicemail.. he called at lunch and i talked to him then.. and I talked to him before my game.. and he called after my game. It was a good 15-20 minutes each time. Yesterday was rough for me. I didn't cry when I was at his house.. but once he left, and I was driving home.. I cried and cried... I cried in a few classes during school and I cried when I was on the phone with him. I couldn't help it at times.. it's weird hearing his voice.. knowing I won't see him for a long time.. and not knowing when I'll be able to hear him again. I'll hear from him through letters, which is always better than nothing. He's scared and nervous.. and I don't blame him. He was second guessing doing it.. because of me.. but he'd regret it the rest of his life if he came back home. Going through this and experiencing it and making it through will show how strong we are and how strong our relationship is. I look forward to letters and phone calls that won't come as often.. but I'm looking forward to going down to Missouri in March to see him graduate from one of the most life-changing experiences of his life.
I love him so much.
Thank you to everyone who's been there for me.
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[October 20, 2006 @ 11:04pm] |
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hiii
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[October 17, 2006 @ 1:39pm] |
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reality check.
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[October 13, 2006 @ 1:18pm] |
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gotta love when adults say shit that's not true. =)
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[October 13, 2006 @ 12:38pm] |
Can
You Open My Safe?
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| How many times I\\\'ve experienced true love |
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[October 06, 2006 @ 8:43am] |
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I'm pretty much getting over it... sooo whatever. =)
Bitch off.
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[October 04, 2006 @ 9:29am] |
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Homecoming '06
Thursday:
Basketball Game @ Clintondale
All-Nighter
Friday:
Tailgating (2 parking spots;))
Yates Cider Mill
Old Port w/ Joe & his family bc Jason is home from Kuwait!!
Parade Pedicure w/ Katie.
Out w/ Meghann & Ashley
Home/ Sleep (?)
Football game
Saturday:
Hair @ 2
Nails @ 2:30
Pictures w/ Jer, Amber & Natasha @ ??
Dinner w/ Joe, Meghann & Matt @ 6 @ Red Robin
Dance @ 7:30ish
Jerica's afterrrr.
Should be missing school today for the fact that Joe's brother got home today and I'm supposed to be down at the armory with his family to see him... but ah well... time will comeeee. =) And I'm readyy.
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[September 29, 2006 @ 9:31am] |
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I have a boy that pinky promises me his heart
A boy that can make me laugh, and hold me when I cry and try to make things better.
I have a boy that I can totally be myeslf around and not feel completely foolish
when I say stupid things.
He'll laugh, make fun of me and then hug me.
I have a boy that kiss's me on the cheek
&holds my hand when I start to feel alone.
I have a boy that makes me feel like i'm wanted by someone
and makes me feel like i'm his everything.
because i know that hes my everything
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[September 29, 2006 @ 9:27am] |
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we do it for the scar and stories,
not the fame.
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[September 17, 2006 @ 11:53pm] |
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This weekend=boring.
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