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It all starts at 0800 hours tomorrow morning.
| You Are Right Brained In Love |
![]() Peacemaker, first to end a fight Good at thinking up creative dates Tend to fall in love and get hurt easily Going with your gut instead of your head Emphathetic and caring, sometimes to a fault Good at recognizing patterns in relationships Been in love many times, perhaps too many to count Wildly passionate and intense when falling in love Spontaneous with relationships, going with the flow Overly visual - can play back past dates like movies in your mind Roses, love poems, and stuffed animals are a good start to winning your heart |

I will always love this song... There isnt a better one on the face of the Earth. I dont think I've ever listened to it once with out crying before the end.
I remember Daddys hands, folded silently in prayer.
And reaching out to hold me, when I had a nightmare.
You could read quite a story, in the callouses and lines.
Years of work and worry had left their mark behind.
I remember Daddys hands, how they held my Mama tight,
And patted my back, for something done right.
There are things that Ive forgotten, that I loved about the man,
But Ill always remember the love in Daddys hands.
Daddys hands were soft and kind when I was crying.
Daddys hands, were hard as steel when Id done wrong.
Daddys hands, weren´t always gentle
But Ive come to understand.
There was always love in Daddys hands.
I remember Daddys hands, working til they bled.
Sacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed.
If I could do things over, Id live my life again.
And never take for granted the love in Daddys hands.
Daddys hands were soft and kind when I was crying.
Daddys hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddys hands, werent always gentle
But Ive come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.

A-Rod: "F*** you! F*** you! F*** you, you mother f***er!! (to Varitek) C'mon!!".... he asked for it...

Somethings are just too beautiful for words...

I suppose its probably really weird how happy it makes me that Hatteberg has made such a name for himself in Oakland. *shniff* My little Hatte is all growd up! He's almost an all-star! Emmy even told me that on Sports center the other day they were talking about how its dissapointing that he isnt going to win, and how he deserves it. That really shouldnt get me so excited. But it does
One day, I swear, I will get a life!