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Hello Out there, I just got Emily out of the bath and we are waiting for her hair to dry and then she has to go to bed. So I told her she could play in her room until then and I figure I'll try to squeeze in a quick blog. Since i haven't written anything in 6 days. Well that isn't actually true. I wrote two blogs but didn't post them and then just deleted them because I decided I didn't like them. ONe was about how people could make friends so easily when they are children and how it gets harder and harder as you grow up. Why is that? And the other one I can't remember. Quick Quiz--- what movie did this quote come from..... " Blane, his name is Blane, that's a major appliance not a name" Okay... last night I watched "Pretty In Pink" I LOVE that movie!!! I didn't go to bed til after 2 am!!! It is one of my all time favorites. It touches on all those things that almost everyone remembers from HS. I remember wanting so badly to fit-in, and never ever feeling like I did. I felt alot like Andie did in the movie. I even had a semi-popular boyfriend...my 1st love. I remember the insecurity I felt and the embarressment too whenever I was around his friends. Being from the wrong side of the tracks.. per say. Highschool was torture... I imagine it still is. I think that is why teens now can still relate to that movie. Anyway, Brian is still in Ireland. He's having a blast. I usually talk to him or get an email atleast once a day. I'm missing him and am happy he comes home on Thursday!! I can't wait to see him and hug him!! Okay, it's after 9pm in NJ, I better go and put Emily to sleep. We are going to FUNPLEX tomorrow... never been I'll let you know how it goes. It's like a family fun center with rides and an arcade and stuff. Hope there are things Emily wants to do... Okay well goodnight. :) Peace.

My name is Missy and I am a BLOGGER.

I am always so impressed with people who have talents. As I seem to have none. I mean I am a good/decent person, a loving mother and a faithful wife but I am one of those people that would love to be naturally talented at something. Is there such a thing? I think so, some things come really simple to some people and sure I know that you could work at something and get good at it. But I am not really talking about that kind of talent. I mean people who just "ARE" Artist or "ARE" athletic. They didn't really have to practice I mean sure they do and they get even better but they don't really HAVE too. You know. I am so jealous of those people. I use to buy/ask for all these things so I could try to find something that I was "naturally" talented at. Like I asked for an art easil, becuase I do enjoy painting and creating. I just got really frustrated because it did not come easy to me. I mean I tried briefly and did a few very mediocre/pathetic paintings.... that I would not even hang up in my home for total fear of embarrassment. My husband has always tried to encourage me and ofcourse bought me this very nice easil and now it sits in the closet collecting dust. Which again, guess what? Makes me feel guilty. I reminder of my failure. Also tried scrapbooking, drawing, crocheting, needlepoint, etc... nothing stuck. And I am left with the materials to again remind me of my short comings. So now, my newest venture..... blogging. Hey, it's something... maybe it is here for me and those like me to create even if for themselves alone. I honestly don't care if anyone sees my blog or if they do see it, even like it, because to me this blog matters and gives me a feeling of accomplishment and that is what I have longed for in my other endeavers so I feel mildly contend and in some ways proud that atleast I have found an outlet for my creativity even if it's not Hemingway.... it is "my"writings and occasionally I am proud of a sentence or two that I come up with. It's not often but there are some moments of cleverness atleast in my own mind. I'm not saying I am talented at writing. I am just saying that it is giving me something and I enjoy what it gives me and I am thankful for it--- and it was FREE. No guilt and that is a very good thing.

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Okay a confession, when I'm bored and been that alot lately... I just randomly check out other people's blogs--- so scandalous ( It's better for my ego-- then saying pathetic ). Just to see what other people are blogging about. Okay, there is such an array of blogs and reasons for blogging. It's quite interesting... I mean there are the bloggers who blog to share with family and friends about what is going on in their lifes, parents who blog as if their newborn is the blogger ( I'm adam-- I'm 2 weeks old, my mommy and daddy really love me....... ) Okay personally I think that is weird but that is just my opinion and it doesn't really matter. Their are the artist bloggers, who's talents are on display, the teenage bloggers whose parents are obviously "not" reading their blogs, nice teenage bloggers whose parents "could be" reading their blogs, the celebrity blogger, the "regular" persons' celebrity blog bloggers, the addict bloggers (drugs, drinking and etc), the recovery blogger( recovering from sickness, illness or addiction), the Porn blogger.... ( self explantory), the party bloggers, the travel bloggers, the writer bloggers, the political bloggers, the "I just moved to a new place" bloggers, the " this is my opinion" bloggers, the joke bloggers, the mobile bloggers- ( they just put up pics from cell phones) and so many more. I'm not sure where my blog would fall. Probably " BORING BLOGGERS"!!! Ha. Ha. But anyway.. This is my blog about blogs and I don't really know why I wrote it but since I did--- I guess you can read it.

An Irish Blessing.....

To my family,my friends & stranger friends... I truly hope this blessing reaches you.


May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
And rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.

May you live as long as you want,
And never want as long as you live.

Always remember to forget
The things that made you sad.
But never forget to remember
The things that made you glad.
Always remember to forget
The friends that proved untrue.
But never forget to remember
Those that have stuck by you.
Always remember to forget
The troubles that passed away.
But never forget to remember
The blessings that come each day.

May the saddest day of your future be no worse
Than the happiest day of your past.

May the roof above us never fall in.
And may the friends gathered below it never fall out.

May you have warm words on a cold evening,
A full moon on a dark night,
And the road downhill all the way to your door.

May there be a generation of children
On the children of your children.

May you live to be a hundred years,
With one extra year to repent!

May the Lord keep you in His hand
And never close His fist too tight.

May your neighbors respect you,
Trouble neglect you,
The angels protect you,
And heaven accept you.

May the Irish hills caress you.
May her lakes and rivers bless you.
May the luck of the Irish enfold you.
May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.

May your pockets be heavy and your heart be light,
May good luck pursue you each morning and night.

Walls for the wind,
And a roof for the rain,
And drinks beside the fire - Laughter to cheer you
And those you love near you,
And all that your heart may desire!

May God be with you and bless you,
May you see your children's children,
May you be poor in misfortune, rich in blessings.
May you know nothing but happiness
From this day forward.

May God grant you many years to live,
For sure He must be knowing
The earth has angels all too few
And heaven is overflowing.

May peace and plenty be the first
To lift the latch to your door,
And happiness be guided to your home
By the candle of Christmas.

May you always have work for your hands to do.
May your pockets hold always a coin or two.
May the sun shine bright on your windowpane.
May the rainbow be certain to follow each rain.
May the hand of a friend always be near you.
And may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.