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Name: Anna
Country: United States
Gender: Female
Interests: My Passions:CookingInventingMusicBass GuitarElectric GuitarPianoCrochetingKnittingBaking/cookingWrittingAnything that I feel Passion for at the moment.
Expertise: Surprising People.Sneaking around at late and early hours.Not getting enough sleep.
Occupation: Waitress
Industry: Red Lobster
Message: message me
AIM:  calicoeyes86
MSN: glitter_4_him@yahoo.com
Yahoo:  dipdabanana@yahoo.com
Member Since:
7/25/2005
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EVERY movement we make in response to God has a RIPPLE EFFECT, touching family, neighbors, friends, community.
Belief in God alters our LANGUAGE.
Love of God affects daily RELATIONSHIPS.
Hope in God enters into our WORK.
None of these movements, responses, beliefs, prayers, gestures and searches can be confined to the SOUL.
They SPILL OUT and make history.
IF THEY DON'T, they are under suspicion of being fantasies at best, hypocrisies at worst.
---The Message Remix
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It was after 12am on January 1st, 2009, in a crowded club downtown La Crosse. She only remembers bits and pieces of the strong, red headed man who danced with her till almost dawn. He danced differently than every other guy she had met that night at the bar. She couldn’t get over how strong and nice he was.
After much prodding, her friend got her to leave the bars. It was cold, and she didn’t bring a coat, but doesn’t remember feeling cold. The nice guy gave her his hoodie, and held her hand as they followed the friend who insisted she needed to leave.
He kept exclaiming how happy he was.
They arrived to her van, and someone asked her why there was cardboard in the radiator.
He called out for her number, and there was a sober moment where they were able to exchange numbers. He called her, and she let it ring, to save his number to her phone, then Lucy drove away.
Somewhere she found the ability to say goodnight to Lucy and drive her old beater van to her far away parking spot. She was able to walk through the ice and snow and down the hill to her sweet townhouse, where she fell asleep immediately on her thin futon.
About 5 hours later, she awoke with several missed calls, dozens of text messages, with only a few minutes to get ready for work. She was also surprised to find herself wearing a random hoodie. As she looked at it, and smelled it, some of the night came back to her.
After a few hours at work, she got herself home and slept for the rest of the day.
Later on, she found the unnamed number on her phone, and randomly texted it, telling him she couldn’t remember his name, and wondered if he wanted his hoodie back. He wrote back almost immediately, “Haha, I froze to death last night. Kirk is my name, and if I get to see you than ya I do.”
That was the beginning of many texts and phone calls. Getting to know this sweet guy was a lot of fun. He came to visit her once, and they planned a 2nd time, but it ended up falling through at the last minute.
After a whole month, his phone stopped working. She had no way at all to get ahold of him.
She felt sickly mixed with some anger for a few weeks. After she got “over” him, she couldn’t just make memories disappear. She always wondered what had happened, if he was still alive, and why he must hate her so much.
He didn’t have a facebook account, he told her that face book was stupid. She figured she’d find out someday, but this was the end for now, and there are more fish in the sea, right?
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Fast forward to June 1st, 2009. Only 4 months to the day that I had lost contact of this sweet guy, I was sitting in my room re-living old memories. I suddenly wondered if I should search for him on face book again, even though I knew it would be hopeless.
I typed in his name and pressed search. I scrolled through the faces that usually come up when I had searched his name in the past. This time, there was a new person. My heart skipped a beat, everything matched, it was a picture of his truck, it was his name, and the correct network that he would be in. I requested him as a friend.
About 30 minutes later, my request was not only granted, but a chat window popped up.
We talked for the next two hours. I found out that he lost his phone while four wheeling, even though they looked for hours, no one could find it. It was on his mom’s plan, and she ended up making him get his own plan. So he couldn’t get his original number back.
He wanted to come back to la crosse and find me, but he felt that would be too creepy and stalker-ish. He even said he tried to get one of his buddies to come to Red Lobster to look for me….if that did happen, I never heard about it.
He asked me if I’d like to hang out with him again or did he ruin things for me?
Of course I want to see him again!! We technically made plans for Monday.
He apologized a lot, and I realized that I’m not mad at him anymore. I’m just glad to know that he’s ok, still single, still wants to see me & talk to me, and what are the odds that we would meet up again and want to pick up where we left off?
Perfect is different than you imagined.
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Found this site the other day, kind of neat, I think. But also could be alot of work...? | | |
| Lately, I've had this strange feeling that death is near. I know I'm only 22 years old, and I probably shouldn't be feeling this, but I can't shake it.
In the past couple of weeks I've had sharp pain in my chest. Sometimes I think I'm imagining it. The fear of what the Doctor could say has made me not want to go in for a visit. Instead, I've kept a journal recording what I ate, drank, and did before the pain. Alot of it started with stress, or when I was sitting in class. Anyways, It's still there, almost haunting me in a way. I stop thinking about it when the tightness or pain begins and it eases itself away.
So I thought to myself, if I must die soon, there is still a few things I'd like to accomplish first. Here is my list:
1. I want to get married.
In the last few years I've been feeling like I have the rest of my life ahead of me, so why not just fool around with boys now? Maybe I'm not supposed to get married. Maybe I don't know what I really want.
But there's no truth in thinking I will live till I'm 80.
I want to experience my best guy friend proposing to me. To experience being engaged and planning a wedding. To experience writing my own vows to him, and trying on wedding dresses till I find the perfect one. To experience having a perfect honeymoon. I want to experience being a newly wed couple.
2. I want to have a child.
More than 1 would be a blessing. But if I can only have one, than thats ok. I want to experience being a mother. I want to know what it's like to be really fat for 9 months. Being able to feel a living human being grow inside of me. Raising the child in the way children should be raised. Teaching wisdom and little tidbits of information to my offspring.
3. I want to make a difference in someone else's life.
Quite possibly, I may have already achieved this one.
4. I want to life life to the fullest and enjoy it. Every minute of it.
I want to life my life like happy people do. I want to give give all the glory to God for letting me live this long.
Means not holding grudges, and not being mean. Forgiving while you can.
Buying your dream car and enjoying driving it.
Don't live in worry, despair, anxiety, fear or panic.
That's my list.
It made me cry writing it all out.
Now I'm going to go and finish my final case study paper and enjoy every minute of it!  | | |
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