reasons why women find it hard to find it hard to find the men of their dreams

My friend, Nancy sent this to me through email and I just laughed my butt off. In a way, it does ring true. Scratch that. It is true, at least for my case and numerous women out there. Don't get me wrong. I like my men, this is just a shot back at those "men can't understand women" jokes. Read this and get a kick outta this. Here goes:

1.The nice men are ugly.

2.The handsome men are not nice.

3.The handsome and nice men are gay.

4.The handsome, nice and heterosexual men are married.

5.The men who are not so handsome, but are nice men, have no money.

6.The men who are not so handsome, but are nice men with money think we are only after their money.

7. The handsome men without money are after our money.

8. The handsome men, who are not so nice and somewhat heterosexual, don't think we are beautiful enough.

9. The men who think we are beautiful, that are heterosexual, somewhat nice and have money, are cowards.

10. The men who are somewhat handsome, somewhat nice and have some money and thank God are heterosexual,are shy and NEVER MAKE THE FIRST MOVE!!!!

11. The men who never make the first move, automatically lose interest in us when we take the initiative.

NOW, WHO THE HELL UNDERSTANDS MEN?

"Men are like a fine wine. They all start out like grapes, and it's our job, to stomp on them and keep them in the dark until they mature into something you'd like to have dinner with."

It's a good thing that I no longer have to play that game. For I have found my one true love. I love him, he loves me and that is all that matters in the world. Dan, I love you with all my heart. Thank you for saving me from all this madness.



GAME OVER

its beginning to look a lot like christmas

It’s amazing how a change in circumstances can brighten things up. I’ve been struggling to balance my subjects along with my extra curriculars, family and friendship responsibilities among other things that may come along the way. Its like a juggling act with knives, you drop one and you’re dead, one way or another. Its been going well and the only one on the losing end of this act was me, I got so stressed, sleep deprived and just downright crazy.

After the hell week, I’m finally free from all that deadlines, quizzes, finals and all the drama of it all. I'm finally reaping the benefits so to speak. Just as it all ended, I started to notice the mesmerizing bright lights dancing before me, the cold air brushing against my skin, the smiling faces of people around me, the decorations everywhere...the beauty of christmas. As cliche as it seems, its really true. Its hard to notice all these things when you're rushing to beat a deadline. And now I can bask in it all, just like a little kid looking at her first Christmas tree. It might be a little late in the month to feel all these but at least the spirit has finally hit me as I gazed around and said to myself...

"its beginning to look a lot like Christmas!"

...if you can't find the joy of Chistmas in your heart, you will never find it under a tree....

merry Christmas ya'll