1.) go to www.google.com
2.) type in "failure" without the quotes
3.) press the I'm feeling lucky button (instead of the google search button)



Don't ask, just do it. The reward is worth it.

Slow and Steady

Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder. It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment. They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.

1. If you read this, even if I don't speak to you often, you must post a memory of me.

2. It can be anything you want, it can be good or bad, just so long as it happened

3. Then post this to your journal to see what people remember about you.

So for those of you who don't know, I now live in Nevada. I work in Arizona making me think my life is a little funny because I am in two states every day. I have a new job now (YAY!!! no more Cingular). I am the county reporter for a small daily newspaper. Scott got a job as well teaching 3rd grade (which is just the grade he wanted to teach).

I like it here. I am surrounded by the beautiful landscape of mountains and trees. There is also a lot of desert. The only thing that is really getting hard to get used to is the heat. Where we live, the average is over 120*.


Well, that's all that I really had for tonight.


Later all.

As chance would have it, here I am posting two days in a row. Considering I normally post every other month or so, I think this is a great accomplishment. Scott and I are currently on our mini-vacation. We decided to take a couple days around our anniversary and go back to the hotel we spent our wedding night it. This hotel has themed rooms. The one we stayed in last night was Hawii themed. It had a sauna, a hot tub, the coolest shower ever and two plasma screen tvs. Actually there were three, they had a small one in the bathroom. For those interested in pictures of this room, go to www.sunsetinnandsuites.com. Tonight we stay in Pearl of the Sea room. The bed is shaped like an oyster and one of the walls looks as if it a side to a ship. The shower has one wall that is a fish tank and the rest of the room is muraled in under the sea paintings. We are told that they are currently working on their log cabin room. I believe when it is completed, a return trip is in order. Well, that's all for now. We are going to go see what there is to do in the town of Clinton. Somehow, I don't have my hopes too high.

I am currently on my brand spanking new computer. It was my graduation present. People give me money, and I bought myself a computer. I think graduating college was the best thing I've ever thought of. Seriously though, My computer is awesome. You would have to see it to understand, but it's great.


In other news, the job hunt continues. I've sent out a number of resumes, but so far I haven't been hired. I have a couple bites, so we'll see where we land.

Scott and I just celebrated our one year anniversary. I can't believe that an entire year has gone by since we said "I do." The past year has just flown by. The job I could have done without, but other than that it's been a great year. I've found out a lot about myself and I have discovered the wonder of falling asleep next to the same person every night. Nothing can replace the feeling of safety I feel when his arms wrap around me at night. Our anniversary was tons of fun. We went back to Siloam Springs State Park (where we got married for those of you that don't know) and went hiking for most of the day. We then went out to dinner at Ruby Tuesday's in Quincy. They brought me the wrong food, but it was still a veggie burger so it went all right. It tasted pretty good too. Next time, they might be able to bring me the right one and it'll be even better.

We seem to have the everlasting multiplying guinea pigs. We have 12 right now and one of our boys got over into the girls home today so who knows if we have more pregnant guinea pigs.




Well that's about all I have for today. It's time to go fundraising.

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Boy my life is boring. I get up, I clean or lounge (sometimes I work out, but not a lot lately...I have to get out of that habit), then I go to work, get home, eat dinner, watch a little t.v., go to bed. It is the same almost every day. The only days I do anything out of the ordinary are Friday and Sunday and even on those days I don't do a whole hell of a lot. Sigh. Don't mind me. I'm really bored tonight.

On the upside. I am doing the Breast Cancer 3-Day this year. It is a 3-day 60 mile walk for breast cancer research. It is challenging not only because of the length but because of the fact that I have to raise $2100. I am greatful of the challenge. It is giving me someplace to focus on. Last weekend, I went up to Chicago for an Expo for the 3-Day. It was fun. I found a lot of great people that gave me a lot of great advice and I was able to join a team. It's a great way to get lots of advice in how to raise the money and it will allow me to meet a lot of great people.

Ok. That's all I have for tonight.

I had the weirdest dream last night. I dreamt that Scott was a pirate stealing me away on his ship and saving me from someone, I don't remember who or why. The weirder part was that he worked at Walmart during the day. Any ideas at what this dream means? I was confused.

I got to see Phantom of the Opera last night. Scott showed up when I got off of work and surprised me by taking me to the movies and to dinner. It was really really cool. Not as good as when I saw it on the stage but I was astounded.

I have such a cool husband.

Christmas


Every time a hand reaches out
To help another....that is Christmas
Every time someone puts anger aside
And strives for understanding
That is Christmas

Every time people forget their differences
And realize their love for each other
That is Christmas


May this Christmas bring us
Closer to the spirit of human understanding
Closer to the blessing of peace!


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I read this poem and started to think about this last year. Christmas has always been a real big time for me. I love the spirit of love and forgiveness and it's made me reflect on how my year has gone. A lot of cool things and great things have happened to me. I've learned how you live in the real world, how to really budget, and how to sacrifice some comfort so you can get what you want.

I've also been realized that I stepped over a lot of friendships in the last year. I wanted to take this time to apologize for secluding myself and pushing aside my friends. I know I was a bitch last year and a lot of the things that were said and done were not the way a friend should act. I know what I did was wrong. I wanted to let you all know how much I truly valued your friendship and how much it pains me that some of you don't want to ever speak to me again. But I can understand. I hope you guys can understand that the fight over the summer has caused me to do a lot of self-reflection. I realize that I had a lot of reflecting to do to realize just how I let my paranoia run my life. I would like my friends back, if you guys could see it in your heart to forgive me, I am striving to be better.

Christmas is a time for peace. I just needed to be able to say I was sorry and this is the only way I could think of to let everyone know.

Cemetery

Scott and I went for a walk tonight out to the old cemetery on Lincoln. I've always found it interesting to walk through cemeteries. You can look at all the graves stones from the 1800s and wonder what their lives were like; the ones that seem so short and the ones that lasted so long. It appears that many family members are replacing aging stones with brand new etched ones. On the one hand, I like the gesture. But at the same time, the old ones have so much history. They were the stones that accompanied that person through the years at their final resting place.

There is this one big section of the cemetery that baffled both me and Scott. At the back left corner, there is a section that is just marker after marker. They are all concrete and have no markings except for the occasional number on them. Intermixed with these markers are periodic marble headstones. At first I thought that they were just plot markers that no one has purchased yet, but the headstones that are there are from the 1800s. I was thinking maybe the concrete blocks are for people that could not afford to buy a real headstone, but wouldn't they at least have names and dates on them? As weird as it sounds, it makes me want to research old cemeteries. It would be an interesting topic for a story.

The saddest part of cemeteries is the ones that only have one date. I can’t imagine being a parent and having to go through only having your baby for one day. I don’t know which one is worse, the headstones that have babies living less than one day or the ones that have babies living 5 or 6 months, but less than a year. My heart always goes out to these parents. Something inside me just wants to find them and hug them. I don’t know, maybe that’s stupid, but it makes me sad.

On different note, it appears that I will have a job starting next Tuesday. I will be going back to Michaels part-time and then working at Cingular at the end of the month. Neither are jobs that I went to college for, but they are something that will be giving me a steady paycheck. It is also possible that if I stick it out for Cingular right now, I will be able to move my way up and become a PR person. In a big company, that would be really cool.

Anyways, I need to go do some work now, so I will catch you all later. I have to finish getting ready for my sister-in-law’s baby shower tomorrow. I enjoy being an aunt. It’s fun to help out with all the baby stuff and babysit when they need to go out or work or something. Someday, I’ll be a mother, but for now, I’m good with just being an aunt.

This is funny as all get out.

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I had a lot of time to think last night. I was woken up in the middle of the night and had a great deal of time to think. While I was thinking, I seemed to come to a lot of conclusions and finally decided that maybe my thoughts still mattered to a few people.

A lot of things have been said over the past few days that have been hurtful and spiteful. They've been downright mean, in fact. But, my purpose today isn't to talk about that. My puropose the other night was to rant and rave because I was angry and hurt. I didn't want to really upset anyone, but I had thoughts that I've been wanting to say for a long time so I put them in writing in my livejournal so that I could just get them out of my head. No one actually has to read anything I write. And Angie, since we are talking about people wanting to be center of the universe, the post was not entirely about you.

But again, that is not my purpose here.

While I was up trying to fall back asleep last night I thought back to the last year. It went by very quickly and was a very overwhelming year for me. I had a great freshman year. I made friends, I joined things, I was generally happy. At the end of first semester I moved in with someone that I was becoming really good friends with. Angie, I'm glad that you've gotten away from being "my shadow," but I refuse to take blame for that. YOU did that. You got out this year, you hung with new people, made new friends, did new things. You asserted yourself into being your own person. I'm aware that that makes you happy, so I'm glad. Maybe I helped the process along by not always being around on campus this year, but you did most of it yourself.

But know that I have never ever thought of you as my shadow. Sometimes, I thought of myself as your shadow, but never once was I ashamed of it. I know that you got tired of hearing, "Where's Jenni?" but I never once got tired of hearing "Where's Angie?" or "How's Angie?" because to me, it meant that I had a friend that I had so much in common with, that I got along with so well that we spent a lot of our time together. I ENJOYED that. We liked a lot of the same movies, a lot of the same music, similar books, and were interested in a lot of the same things. You were fun to be around and I enjoyed knowing that I had such a great friend that it seemed strange to people when we weren't together. I'm sorry you saw it as a burden.

This year, somehow, everything unraveled. At the beginning of the year, I found it hard to keep up. Everyone was making new friends, doing new things, changing things. The more and more I tried to keep up, the more I wasn't very able to. Pretty soon, I started thinking that maybe there was something about me that people just didn't like. It was easier to see that than continue to watch people around me make friends. Now was a time I could be self-conscious. A time when somehow I wasn't as bold as I was the year before. It was easy for me to start drawing in on myself and being a loner because it was something I did most of my way through high school. But the joke was on me.

Slowly, as I begin to see every little thing as some piece of evidence that people didn't like me, I started to sabatoge myself. I started to see more and more reasons not to leave my room. Like I said, it was easier that way. It was easier to withdraw myself than to see, in my mind, that no one liked me. In some cases, I know people really didn't like me, but in other cases, I'm sure these things were just in my mind.

Angie and I met Nikki. I thought it was cool, that we could be a threesome. But somehow, I managed to make it so Angie and Nikki could grow closer, and I was just left behind. I don't really blame you two. You didn't really leave me out. But it happened nonetheless. So I started feeling crappier. All the while, I was having major problems with my family about my wedding and major problems with my family because they're my family. And there are still a lot of things a lot of people don't know about. But I tried to enter myself back into the real world, but all of the doubts that were in my head were there. It was hard to function and hard to realize that most of the stuff was just in my head.

My best friend and roommate bore a lot of the brunt. Since about October (I think we made it through September all right) we've grated on each others' nerves. The blame doesn't really lie with one person, at first. I thought that everything could be like it was freshman year, but that wasn't the case. Last year, we went over to the boys' place a lot. This year, it wasn't as easy, if possible at all to convince Angie to do the same thing. Maybe that was my fault. Maybe I just didn't see it as different when it truth it was. Two of the guys had moved out and there were two new guys there. While it was my belief that we could all be friends, maybe I was just wrong. It really doesn't matter right now.

Angie and I were always tired and a lot of the time we were crabby. The more and more I tried to get her to do the stuff we did the year before, the more I met with resistance. I thought maybe she just wanted to do her own thing, so I started to give her some space. I spent a little more time with my fiance, trying to plan a wedding, and spent a lot more time out of the room. But, instead of helping, that just made things worse. After a while, it seemed that she didn't want it fixed anymore. I could no longer figure out what was going wrong or what to do about it. If I tried to fix the problems, they would get worse. If I tried to ignore the problems, they got worse. A lot of it is my fault. But it's not all my fault.

Nikki, I know I probably wasn't the best of friends this year. I wasn't quite as available to hang out with and probably wasn't quite as open as you wanted. Just like you, I wanted to bond over our wedding stuff, but I was so used to defending my choices to everyone that I guess I did it to you to. It was not my intention. I guess, habits die hard. But I did try to listen to everything you said. I wanted ideas. I wanted to hear how other people were doing things. Some of the time, I wasn't defending what I was doing, I was just comparing notes. I just wanted see why certain people do things certain ways. I keep seeing things around in stores and catalogues and I think "Nikki would like that." So you see, I was listening.

I haven't been the greatest friend, but I have tried this summer to be better. I've gone out with Angie and Nikki. I've visited you back at work. Maybe I haven't called Nikki as often as I should have, but everytime I got a free night that I thought it might be cool to have you and your boy over, I was given a big story to do or a big assignment for my other internship. Or family things just cropped up. I have called Angie. I got a little tired this summer of not getting phone calls returned or for her always having a reason why she couldn't come over. But maybe I deserve that. I don't know. Maybe we've just grated on each other's nerves so much that we just need space right now. Maybe we've just grown apart too much. I don't know.

But nothing can excuse some of the things that were said. They were said just to be hateful and hurtful and maybe because I hurt your feelings. Why would I think that your post was about me? Because you wrote it write after I started joking about you coming over to get on the computer and me wanting some attention. But it was just that, a joke. Not to mention it's a complaint that you made a lot over the year, about me.

And as for asking you for a present, again, I was joking. I didn't actually expect you to buy me anything. We joked like that all year long when either of us wanted something. I didn't really want you to spend money on me. Why do you think I wouldn't let you buy me the mug? If you want the dollar back for the pizza, I'll be more than happy to give it to you. Just let me know where to drop it off.

Everyone is saying that I'm being childish and immature. What I would like to know, at what age is it ok to air personal, private things for the whole world to see? What age is it ok to air personal attacks? You know, I could do that too. There is a lot of stuff that I know about both of you that I could say, but I still have enough respect for you that I don't do that. I won't even let my husband do that. There are some things that neither of you understand. You are convinced that the only reason I did some things was because Angie told me she did. That's not entirely true. But you are both so convinced that you are right and that obviously nothing could be wrong with me because I'm not depressed, that you just brush it off as me trying to get attention.

Well thank you for telling things that I would rather people not know about. Angie, you told two people after it happened that I never said you could. That should have been my call and my decision. I don't care how much you think they would have understood.

I haven't by any means been perfect. This year, I've done a lot of things wrong and a lot of things that I regret. But I never, ever stooped as low as the two of you. And to whoever is leaving the nameless messages, I don't know you and you don't know me. Whatever you think of me, you think only because of one post. How is it that my post is sad and depressing, but the childish tactics are just fine? What world do you live in that you can make such snap judgements without knowing a person? I make one post because I was sad and upset and you think that I always endulge in self-pity? Everyone does at one point or another. If you think that you don't at some point, that is something you have to deal with on your own time. I happened to do gripe in my livejournal that I thought was read by my friends. If you have so many better things to do, why are you reading my livejournal and taking the time to comment?

Well those are my thoughts for the day. I'm sorry if I haven't been the greatest of friends, but you are all crazy if you think that the blame lies 100% with me. I'm not the only one with the trouble picking up a phone. And I've done it more than once this summer with no response. So, take a long look in the mirror. Figure out if I really deserved the low blows. And to those of you that were not in the initial fight between Angie and myself, maybe you should look at both sides of the story before making rash decisions.

I'm so sick and tired of people lately. They call themselves my friends, but they never think to call when they say they will or come over when they say they are going to. I'm also sick of being treated like the things in my life don't matter. If I interrupt your story, it's because I was trying to tell one of my own. Instead of complaining about me in writing to other people, why don't you just tell me. I did a lot of stuff this summer that I'm proud of, but evidently, I'm the only one that thinks any of it is special. I try to tell something that I heard, but it's not exactly the way someone else heard it, so it's all gotta be wrong.

I feel lately like I'm not good enough to be anyone's friend. I can't choose how I want to hang out. It has to be there way or I'm just not included. And I keep getting told that I'm not "grown up enough." I whine too much or I act like a baby too much. But this summer, I've lived in the real world, and I've paid bills and been married. All new transitions in my life. I guess that I just expected to have my friends support me along the way.

Don't blame me if you've been lonely, cuz honey, it isn't my fault. I guess "growing up" just separates those that are ready for adulthood from those that aren't. There is no set standard for how you have to act when you enter the "real world." I have an uncle that still lives with his mom and complains about everything, yet isn't willing to work to get that changed. He chain smokes, is an alcoholic, and can't really hold down a job. Then there are others that I know that work their asses off to pay the bills every month. There are other "adults" that spend 75% of every paycheck they make to buy "toys" and then go to mommy and daddy to pay their bills. Everyone is in their own stage of growing up. It doesn't have to be any one thing. But being an adult doesn't mean that you no longer need friends. A lot of times, it's when you need them the most. But some people aren't ready for that transition. They don't understand complaining about how the people at work are dumb and how they don't know where the money for a doctor's visit is going to come from.

I'm in a tight place right now. We don't have a lot of money. We're moving soon, which is going to cost even more money that we don't really have and we're not leaving Jacksonville like we initially intended. It's hurt a lot that I haven't been able to find a job but I can understand that the market isn't large right now. I really need friends for support and for companionship. I'm willing to listen provided that they are willing to do the same. I can't stand people that get up on their soap box about things they can't stand other people doing who don't realize they do those same things themselves. I know I'm not perfect. I make mistakes from time to time, but I do try. I care about the things that are going on in my friends lives this summer, I just wish they shared that same interest in me.

I guess this summer has shown me who is and who isn't my friend. I guess maybe I'm just not friend material. Maybe I'm too selfish or maybe my ideals are too high, but I have always been the believer that everyone deserves friends. I just wish I knew why I have so much trouble finding ones that will stick by me.

I'm tired, I'm sad, and I'm dejected. Anyone who really cares to lend a shoulder for me to cry on or wishes to just give me a hug to let me know they are there, let me know. In return, I will try to do the same. If I faulter, I apologize. Anyone else, I can no longer stand false promises and empty endearments. Just leave me alone until you are ready to be my friend.

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I keep getting told that I need to update my livejournal, so I've decided that since I am sick and have nothing else to do right now (it is too hot in our apartment to go anywhere other than the living room because it is the only room that has AC), I'm going to update.

Not too much is going on in my life right now. Both of my internships are winding down, although, I'm not entirely sure where my life is going. Neither Scott or I have jobs yet. I'm starting to feel like I'm not good enough. No one has called me for a job interview or anything yet. Oh well. I'm sure I'll have something.

I've been sick all day today so all I've done is sleep and play games online. It really is boring. Esp. when my husband with swear at me when I win and laugh at me when I lose. It really does get annoying after a while. I really wish we had AC in our room. I really want to go lay down, watch some TV and read a little, then go to sleep. I sit in my little corner of the living room right now and get completely ignored. I have to basically shout to get any attention anyways.

I really shouldn't complain too much. Scott has taken care of me a lot today. He's gotten me food and drinks and stuff. But other than that, it's like I don't exist. Time for bedtime for me anyways. Catch ya all later.

So another day passes in the lives of the overworked slaves to the dollar. If you think you have it bad Angie, I'm doing a hell of a lot of work for barely any money. And I seem to drive an awful lot. This week marks the second week in a row that I have to drive back to Beardstown for a third day out of the week. And for a measly $300 a month. A check, may I add, that I don't get to see until the end of the month. My days consist of wake up, go sit in front of a computer for a few hours, come home, clean, eat, sleep, repeat. I research, I read, I type. That's about it. When I have some free time, very few other people have free time and I end up watching T.V. alone in my room. To make matters worse, my husband, of all of three weeks, has a schedule that doesn't quite match up with mine. So, most of the time, we're like two passing ships in the night. We cuddle at bedtime, and that's about it. When we're both actually home, we both usually have something to do. If not both, than at least one of us. It's very frustrating not really having anyone to talk to.

Angie, if you ever need any company, you have my number....feel free to use it. Chances are, I'm probably free by the time you get off work. And chances are, I'm probably alone.

And Jess, you need to call me....I left a message on your phone, but hey I'll leave one here too. BTW...I found my Desiree CD. YAY for me.

Ok, back to the grindstone. I have a paper that was technically due three weeks ago to finally finish.

"OIL MONEY AND A SMART ENERGY POLICY DON'T MIX

By Arianna Huffington

Drivers, start your engines — and empty your wallets!

As we gear up for the biggest driving weekend of the year, vacationers
all across America are coming face to face with the highest average gas
prices in history — up 42 cents a gallon since 2001 — and a bad case of "pump
panic," a new malady in which your heart rate instantly matches the
price of full-service high-test. Where I live, there are lots of folks
palpitating at 325 beats a minute.

At the same time car owners are having to consider taking out a second
mortgage in order to fill up their tanks, oil companies are raking in
record profits.

ConocoPhillips, for example, the United States' largest oil refiner,
recently reported its largest first quarter profits ever. And Exxon
Mobil just posted its highest first quarter refining earnings in 13 years.

Coincidentally, these companies and their oil and gas industry brethren
have a highly profitable habit of greasing the receptive palms of their
friend George Bush — doling out over $3.5 million to his 2000 and 2004
presidential runs.

So for American consumers, payback is a bitch. And over two bucks a
gallon at the gas pump.

Indeed, since taking office, the Bush administration has turned the
White House into a veritable full service fueling station for Big Oil. And
we're the ones being forced to pick up the tab.

How has Bush responded to Big Oil's call to "fill 'er up"? Let me count
the ways:

1.5: the meager miles per gallon Bush has proposed increasing fuel
efficiency standards for light trucks and SUVs, which are allowed to
average 7 miles per gallon less than regular cars.

33: the number of oil refinery mergers the Bush administration has
allowed, while refusing to block a single oily takeover. Who needs all
that messy free market competition, anyway?

41: the number of top-level Bush administration officials with ties to
the oil industry, including Bush, Dick Cheney, Don Evans, Gale Norton and
Condoleezza Rice — the only national security adviser in history to
have an oil tanker named after her.

100,000: the amount, in dollars, that buyers of extra large — and extra
gas-guzzling — SUVs are able to write off in taxes thanks to a
scandalous loophole the president signed into law.

23 billion: the number of dollars in tax incentives, tax credits and
tax deductions earmarked for the president's energy industry chums in the
Bush-backed energy bill passed by the House and awaiting a vote in the
Senate.

Infinite (or does it only seem so?): the number of times the president
has resurrected the idea that drilling in Alaska's pristine Arctic National
Wildlife Refuge would make us less dependent on foreign oil — even
though such drilling would, at best, produce enough oil to meet only six
months of America's energy needs. And it would take 10 years to do even that.

Add to all this the administration's downright contemptuous and
contemptible attitude toward conservation — the only surefire way to
reduce the need for more oil — and it becomes unmistakably clear that
when it comes to Bush's energy policy, special-interest money has once again
trumped the public interest.

It should be the first lesson in Political Chemistry 101: Oil money and
good government don't mix. Not in Saudi Arabia, and not in the United
States.

Of course, our nation's untreated addiction to oil is costing us more
than just at the gas pump — it's putting our very security at risk by
leaving us beholden to the whims of any number of oil-rich and
terrorist-friendly nations.

This continued dependence on foreign oil is why Prince Bandar was more
in the loop about plans to invade Iraq than our own secretary of state,
why the administration's much touted passion for human rights doesn't
extend to oil-rich — and brutal — Kazakhstan, why we're spending close to $100
million in taxpayer money to arm and train troops to defend an
Occidental Petroleum pipeline in Colombia, and, at least partly, why young
Americans continue to arrive home from Iraq (secretly, of course) in body bags.

It's time for Washington to dole out some tough love to the energy and
auto industry lobbies and help set them on the path of reform, starting
with increasing fuel efficiency standards for all cars, light trucks
and SUVs — the single biggest step we can take to conserve energy. Raising
standards from the current 27.5 miles per gallon to 36 mpg would save
us roughly 2 million barrels a day — about the same amount we currently
import from the Persian Gulf.

Washington must also push Detroit to radically increase its production
of hybrid cars and SUVs, and lead the way in teaming with corporate
America to rapidly accelerate investment in energy efficiency, hydrogen-based
technology, and renewable sources of energy like solar and wind. A great
model for this is the new Apollo Project, a $300 billion program proposed by unions and environmental groups to create 3 million new jobs while
helping America achieve energy independence over the next 10 years.

And, oh yeah, there's one more number:

2: the date in November when we must make sure to vote Bush out of
office and replace him with someone whose judgment hasn't been polluted by all
that oil money spilling into his campaign coffers and then leaking into
our energy policy.

Don't let the skyrocketing numbers on the gas pump fool you: America
isn't confronting a shortage of fuel; it's confronting a shortage of
leadership."




This is an article by Arianna Huffington. I am not sure if it is even legal to post it like this, but I guess I'll deal with that at a later date if someone decides to call me on it. Anyways, I thought it was an accurate and poignant response to Jess's post. I hope you enjoy this Jess.

J	Jealous
E	Energetic
N	Naive
N	Naive
I	Industrious
F	Funny
E	Eccentric
R	Radiant
B	Bold
A	Appealing
R	Rare
T	Tough
L	Legendary
E	Earthy
T	Timeless
T	Terrific